Wax - Unreleased Track (Podcast 46) lyrics

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Wax - Unreleased Track (Podcast 46) lyrics

[Hook] C'mon, c'mon C'mon, c'mon, c'mo-mon They say c'mon, c'mon And just keep on talkin' that sh** [Verse 1] Ay yo you can find me where your mommy stay Feeding her the meat like I'm Bobby Flay I run this town like what Rihanna would probably say But I do it more in a Muammar Gaddafi way Happy Gilmore slice you with the hockey skate And let the blood of cheesy rappers drip atop my broccoli plate I spit wasabi paste Y'all are just a copy-paste I don't know what you been smokin' on but it was probably laced Think you f**in' with me, you must be drugged out You haven't learned to be prepared yet cubscout Get the f** out Figure out your bus route And when you get home you probably gonna get cussed out It's way past your goddamn curfew And you know how bad mom's hands can hurt you She gon' spank you like the ho that you are And you ain't gonna be going nowhere tomorrow And she'll be singing [Hook] [Verse 2] I'm bringing it back for these wack new jacks I'm here to show 'em heat Too many of 'em busy dangling from my scrotum meat Flow's weak you have no repeat value Can't do it yourself gotta show you freakin' how to I'm very sick probably never will be proper healed f**ing up the game like I'm streaking through a soccer field Insert your own punchline here with the word balls... Round of applause You can rap too Timmy that's the spirit boy Pretty soon you'll be making it rain like dancing Iroquois The huge tiger shoulda instilled more fear in Roy Instead it left him and Sigfried's career destroyed I'm like him calm in the cage But I'll bite your f**ing head off once we're on the stage I'm on a page that's in a different book from you dummies And the one you in is yellow, and the book is for dummies [Hook] [Verse 3] Yo you would have to not be sober to test You're mediocre at best Same old, same old as the rest I got the best cess smoke in my chest If the press said I liked you I was quoted in jest Your girl claim we closer than a coat or a vest Last time I talked to her was when I told her get dressed In the back of a limousine, skeet all over her chest Rolled up the window in the middle at the chauffeur's request Cause he don't wanna see that mess Kept his eyes on the road and his focus on the street address And when the GPS said we was at the spot I kicked her a** to the curb in the Panda Express parking lot Gave her seven dollars for the kung-pow She was like "what's up with me and you?" I said "we're done now" Somehow slow and surely I'm succeeding I've heard it many times but it's worthy of repeating [Hook] [Verse 4] It would be a ma**ive travesty for you to say you rap as nastily as me when factually you be the wackest act I've seen ever You be better playing me in bumper pool You're a dumber fool than the dumbest kid at summer school Yeah, dunce isn't your kinda caps You had your fifteenth, 'bout to see your time elapse Career going downhill like spinal taps Just started the rat race already on your final laps I run sh** to the point I get shin splints You're a little girl you should sell thin mints I grind hard, I been putting work in since Half of these rappers was practically infants Y'all ain't even borderline ill Y'all just a bunch of f**ing porcupine quills You pricks Replace the marshmallow peep chicks And eat a Easter basket full of dicks While I'm singing [Hook] [Verse 5] Ayo I ain't the most witty man ever But when it comes to talking stupid sh** I'm pretty damn clever I know it's a pretty grand endeavor But I don't plan on stopping till I'm copping like fifty grand a measure At that time I'll just sit upon my throne Drinking out the type of cup that Lil Jon would own And I ain't gonna have a damn phone I will be accessible by front door intercom alone But it'll be hard as sh** to find my home Where I spend my days cold chillin' by my fishing pond I own Sitting on a pony Sipping on Peroni Listening to Tony, Toni, and f**in' Toné I just sip scotch And other types of booze Only wearing flip-flops No other types of shoes That's my dream, that's the ultimate And I'mma get all of it just by talking this sh** [Hook]

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