[Intro:]
We got a million views
Bout to drink a billion brews
In honor of the millionth view of this New Crack video
3 years ago I put it up there
I had to do a little recording
[Verse 1:]
Yo coming to you live and direct from the belly of the Sentra
It's big Wax, Dunny, and I'm at it again, bro
I park when I spit not to press my luck
Cause I ain't got no insurance and if I wreck I'm f**ed
But when I ride beats, you couldn't deny that
Cause you could use every syllable as a high hat
Rewind that
And you'll find that
To rhyme that
I just spit was perfect
Reverse it, half it double time that
Anyway you want it, fam
Ask my momma, man
You could see a Mic in my sonogram
I got my first tooth in the booth
And I wrote my first hook in a coloring book
And back then, my rhymes was outside the line
And still are, Phones lose reception when I k** bars
I heard your sh**, my ear's still scarred
Should've turned it down like opening a pill jar
f** Jake, We gon' wake and bake
I make papes when I battle all you fakes for cake
But now it's time for a station break
We wilding out!
[Hook: Instrumental]
[Verse 2:]
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo eh yo
Hey yo, spitting lyrics over this music, that is my calling
Rappers stepping to me eventually they be falling
East coast, to the West coast, U-hauling
King of San Diego, last name should be Stahlman
Balling!
Now I reside in Hollywood
Your girl called me milk cause your boy did her body good
Yeah, she got the calcium
But she really couldn't tell cause her mouth be numb
She like:
{Onomatopoeia of a girl attempting to talk whilst
Her mouth is numb from dick s**ing}
She's always down
She reminds me of the teacher from Charlie Brown
I'm just a musical genius
With a beautiful penis
And magical balls
Tickle in them vaginal walls
Ladies sit back and applause
Right after you cum I spit tight, lick right
Call me Dracula tongue
A yo, it's mind blowing when I'm flowing
You couldn't find
No one who be showing the sk**s that I'm showing
Mike throw it like a boomerang
Come back with stupid slang
If that, you couldn't understand
Call me Pootie Tang
Yeah, I might as well say sadate
Mexicans give me props I'm like:
De nada, guey
Youtube search, when you come across Wax
You'll see that I'm fire like Taco Bell sauce packs
I gloss tracks with high frequency audio polishing
When you hear it you will all be astonished
And your thoughts of what an MC should be
They will all be demolished
And from then on you will call me the hottest
Motherf**er that you've seen at a show perform
And I'm the
Sole cause of global warming
My sh** is like Aww ish, Aww ish
You're sh** is just (snores)
For real he crowd's getting sleepy, B
But when I'm on stage is like they're on PCP
They like: Do that thing, do that thing
My favorite genre of music is New Jack Swing, f**a'
Whatever happen to that?
I used to like hearing motherf**ers rapping to that
You know I'll take you little fools
Way back to middle school, science cla**
Bunsen burners BLAOW I'll fry your a**
Do not try to pa** me like monopoly go
I'll show cats how to properly flow
A yo, let me explain
Wax is the nickname
Back with the spit game
Cla**ic as Rick James
Back when he sniffed caine
Smacking the sh** stained
To the mid frame
Of you ba*tards that spit lame
[Hook:]
God damn, sh**'s still going out to my brother Herbal T
He's back from Rio, but let's go
Check it out, yo
[Verse 3:]
The way that we be packaging this flavor and bars
You'd be like, "Wax, do you work for either Quaker or Mars?"
I work the ba** and the treble like the faders in cars
And won't stop spitting sick until ya'll haters get SARS
Y'all think I'm dumb as sh**
Just cause I spit strictly for the love of it
I already gave up on the government
Not trying to change the world, just making fun of it
And I ain't scared of the terrorists
f** all that, illegal immigrants?
I love ya'll cats, come on over
Take a plane, walk, take a boat
What the f** do I care, fam, I don't vote
There's two things that I care about: love and rhythm
And the people that I meet and the love within them
And the beat goes on from the winter to the summer
Cause time, it ain't nothing, but a go-go drummer
And the feeling in his wrist make you nod your fist
Make you realize God exists
Cause if he didn't then how would we have this rhythm?
It don't make no sense to me
The way that we split time up so exactly
Without some time of stop watch technology
And I'm just saying, fam
The sh** that I vow for
f** Iraq, hip hop I die now for
So if you mad that I'm styling on you
Be glad if the Cal is on you
Cause you gon' have to k** me before I stop wildin' on you
Like this
[Hook: Instrumental]