Wax Goes Bananas - Wax

If there was a crowd right here right now I would make em say all right

And if you know a damn thing about me you know I could do this all night

Big Wax I’m the best you know

My flow SHIT got CUNTFACE tourettes syndrom

I’m straight nutty, sorta like my penis hole when I’m horny

If y’all bananas, I’m Chiquita’s whole inventory

At 16 I was rappin' great and I’ve stayed hot like Christina Applegate

Shit that makes chick teens masturbate

Rappers straight looking up to me like I’m Sistine Chapel paint

I care less each day

About what all you hating internet geeks say

Judging by the way that your always thinking of my ass

I’ll assume your and gay and you probably wanna fuck my ass

My YouTubes like porn to you dudes

Probably keep my picture in your drawer with some lube tubes

And while you think about my dick and balls

I’ll be at your girls house rippin' off her frickin' drawers

I got her face down hog tied

Pussy so wet you think it just got off the log ride

And when I do my thing she be screamin' «you the king»

Inside her so much she nicknamed me Nuva Ring

She moans and she moans

When I twist around her nipples like rotary phones

There are so many Joneses but only one Wax

And its no need to clone cause God’s already done that

The lord must me a silly guy

Cause my brothers a fuckin' beast and he don’t even really try

I know it seems like a circus act

But name a set of twins that rap better than me and Herbal rap

Damn it mom!

We should have been a boy band

Raw spitting at the audition up at Disneyland

Is Mickey Mouse in the frickin' house Anaheim?

Shout outs to my peeps in the chocolate-covered banana line

I say stupid shit, whatever

Ain’t nobody that can do this shit better

Line up all the rappers in the game that you say are hot

And for each one of em hand me one Jager shot

And watch me down em all, then clown em ell

They try to follow my lryics like they that bouncin' ball

This ain’t karaoke night

Fly with me and Herbs its a very smoky flight

That purple berry kush got me feelin' like Elvis, thank you very much

Man, my teams all got medical cards

So if you fuck with us it best be on a federal charge

Obama, don’t wanna get no drama

Its californ-ia brah we all blow ganja

The highest Hosanna, I’m the hottest know son, I’m

Fuckin yo momma, them I’m out like the road runna

My shit tough like a brillo pad

I stand tall y’all got the same shit that willow had

Y’all motherfuckers fit inside a shoe box

Me and EOM Paul Bunyan and his blue ox

You’re an all around little girl, we NBA, y’all are small town intramural

We get compared to Guru and Premiere

You get compared to Sulu, you queer

My shit is random, my shit is damn dumb

Big on YouTube like Tantrum vs my man Dumb

I gets foul like and one

Have the fuckin' priest at your church like God Damn Son!

I’m fresh like croissant restaurant

And you’re a big dummy like Lamont, what you want?

Y’all ain’t fuckin' with the ill tones

Steppin' in the ring before you got your skills honed

Lil clone, you must be crazy player

If your lucky you’ll get saved by the bell like A.C. Slater

Cause even on a cold day in hell

For you to beat me there is no way in hell

No fucking way, you are so fucking gay

You should go fucking play a game of cro fucking quet

And I’m out