Wax - Wax spits randomly!!!! lyrics

[Verse 1: Wax] Guess who's back in the building Big Wax with another track for the children Believe in yourself Timmy, listen to your Mom and Dad and stuff You can do anything if you want it bad enough You could be an astronaut that has a lot of knowledge Magna cum laude from the astronaut college If you study real hard you can grab at the stars And be the first human being that inhabited Mars Good luck with that, I really hope you believe it Fact of the matter is you probably won't achieve sh** That education really paid off Worked at the same job you hate five years and got laid off Man, you're in for a long life Especially if you're like some people I know that chose the wrong wife As if you didn't know you weren't sh** anyway Now you got someone to tell you you ain't sh** everyday You sit around, you wallow in self-pity And if you're a girl, you probably don't consider yourself pretty Cause you weren't born lookin' like them TV hoes At the award shows in fancy wardrobes In fact you can probably barely afford clothes Too busy trying not to have your house foreclosed man Am I the only one sick of these stars Giving each other awards for how great they are f** your speech, I rather see the mic shut off The person who taught your kids to read just had their lights shut off But maybe I'm just hating The PTA awards with your very low ratings And besides I'm a bitter old man that stays faded Talking sh** on other people because I never made it Always dreamed that I'd make a living as a musician But that still hasn't come to fruition And I ain't seeing no cheese like blind mice Maybe I'm the one who's blind and I really need to find Christ Or some type of lord and savior To combat against my self-absorbed behavior Everyday abusing substances Cause it makes it easier to laugh at life and how dumb it is Don't get me wrong, I ain't some boozing mope And for a musical career I ain't losing hope Cause I've been doing this sh** for the longest time Since I was a little kid writing songs and rhymes I've got no choice I flow till the end of me And if '09 ain't my year maybe ‘010 will be If neither, I'mma still spit ether Till I'm getting chased with the cleaver By the grim reaper I am not a sleeper I spit till the end Rockin' the mic, while rocking sh** filled deep ends And singin' through my throat cancerous box at the show Like ‘EVERYBODY SAY HO' Ayo, three things define me Consistent, different and persistent You tell me to stop, I'm not listening But on the other hand Some of y'all rappers need to understand How it is And what talent is And that's why you need a Simon Cowell Someone to tell you you're horrible, stop rhyming now You should branch off in a different field Maybe get a bucket and a squeegee, player, you can wash windshields It ain't hard man, just try to avoid streaks Treat your bucket with care in order to avoid leaks When your boy speaks Listeners crouch And the most confident kangaroos piss in their pouch And every rapper talking sh**, they sit on their couch And I go to their girl's house and I sh** in her mouth And she likes it, yeah, she likes it, she li-li-li-li-li likes it. Ayo she likes it, your girl likes it When I sh** in her mouth that b**h likes it [Verse 2: Wax] Ayo, I f**ing spit in a hater's eye And tell him I'm the best in the game like I'm Lester from ‘Skate or Die' And Y'all poser peep flows are weak When I speak at my shows your freaks and hoes will geek the f** out I make y'all seem boring Kinda like a women's basketball team scoring On the lay-up Well my flow's Jordanesque If y'all crack, I'm more than mescaline, an important specimen, ignoring questioning From government asking where I'm from and who I'm running with, I tell ‘em: "We are not the same, I am a Mercurian" I am used to the hot temperature you're seeing I know the tasks I accomplish seem Herculean, but to Herbal T and me it's bunny slope skiing Getting money, nope we in Debt with the rest of y'all Shaky economy you should probably invest it all in this Extra cholesterol flow now, holmes More stable than NASDAQ and Dow Jones Don't ask how Jones gained this ability, that's an exercise of utility It's like that question if a tree falls in the woods with nobody near it, does it make a sound if no one's there to hear it Or what did we eat first: the charbroiled chicken leg? Or the hard-boiled chicken egg? Hmmm… I take it way on back to when the Burlington coat factory rayon rack looked like a crayon pack Full of them colorful shirts that we adored The kind that Color Me Badd wore singing Mi Amor I'mma leave you needin' more of the Alfred Simon Theodore high pitch Metaphor, troubadour, cement floor hardness, three or four artists Gave up rapping since the time that you started this Sorry about your dreams, I ain't meant to k** ‘em, I don't murder careers, I simply morning after pill ‘em. (x2) Like that, that that-that-that uh uhu uhh Calling out Nas