And I Run around girl I guess I mean business on this one yall Its not like I can just stop doing this shit I guess sometimes you just need a little help Get your bravery up, yknow what Im saying? Drop that shit [Verse 1 Wax] I got a pen in my right hand Beer in my left and I have no fear of death Your ears are left with that spearmint fresh type of feelin Wax and EOM put your hands to the ceilin Get em up, where the fuck I can see em While you bang this in your jeep Or your truck, or your BM I dont care what you drive Electric chair, we survive It feels like Im barely alive Ive Gotta refill my prescription Music and alcohol thats my addiction, listen My diction defies descripition I aint keepin it real I keep it sciencefiction Meet Zorg, Im the Bionic man Hit the chronic and slam like a high Onyx fan Dutdutter did I stutter, the flows so gutter Its attached to your roof collecting water Motherfucker! This is grade A material Upscale Maryland, crab imperial If Im not lyrical the earths not spherical And the virgin giving birth to Gods sons Not a miracle The way I bust is incredible While your shit just isnt credible And the nectar that drips from my nuts Is an edible source of protein Eat it up with some vegetables Yummy, a well balanced meal By the look on your face I can tell how you feel When you listen to the music You can tell how its real You can tell how were able to sell without a deal Yeah, I spit that cookedup coke shit Cant find my rhyme book, Mayor Barry smoked it We got the dope boys sellin it Big Wax cookin with my homeboy Elements [Interlude] So raise your motherfuckin glasses up Everybody, herehere, Id like to propose a toast First of all Id like to propose a toast to my man EOM for providing this musical backdrop on top which I do dumb shit, such as propose toasts Id like to propose another toast to you, the listener It doesnt matter how you got this shit, you bought it, you downloaded it, your grandma gave it to you If youre listening to this dumb shit Lastly Id like to propose a toast to me, for being the motherfuckin illest motherfucker alive! [Verse 2 Wax] I got these haters lookin at me like how is he human? Getting all mad like Alfred E. Newman They truly trippin, undoubtedly shroomin A true emcee, the crowdd keep movin So girls get down on the floor We at a level nobodys ever gone before We got, songs galore, and Im on to more We celebratin like were Jewish And its Yom Kippur or Rash Hashanah Spark lots of ganja Pour lots of shots of vodka [unsure] Rock the mic properly who I be A way fuckin better than average emcees So, Merry Christmas, heres my album I hope that youre all satisfied with the outcome And if this one fails Im thinking that I Will move to Hawaii and drink till I die [Outro] Im dead serious man I could move down there and uh, be a bartender I already like to drink I already know how to do half the shit I know how to get a beer I know how to make Rum Coke It aint fuckin rocket science I could take a class or two Move to a little bungalow somewhere Get a job in one of them bars on the pier Where the fuckin, uh... Little girls do the ukulele, the hula dances Listen to that shit Oh, Ill learn how to play the ukulele! Im not to far away, I already play the guitar! I mean, its not that fuckin different Different amount of strings or whatever
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