Wax Goes Bananas

Lyrics

[Intro] 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 [Verse] Big Wax, I'm the best you know My flow SHIT got CUNTFACE Tourette's Syndrome I'm straight nutty, sorta like my penis hole when I'm horny If y'all bananas, I'm Chiquita's whole inventory At sixteen 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 hatin' internet geeks say Judging by the way that you're always thinking of my ass I'll assume you're gay and you probably wanna fuck my ass My YouTube's 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 girl's 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 it's no need to clone 'cause God's already done that The Lord must be a silly guy 'Cause my brother's 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 Damnit, mom, we should've been a boy band Raw spittin' at the audition up at Disneyland Is Mickey Mouse in the frickin' house Anaheim? Shoutout 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 lyrics like they that bouncin' ball This ain't karaoke night Fly with me and Herbs, it's a very smoky flight That purple berry kush got me feelin' like Elvis, thank you very much, man My team all got medical cards So if you fuck with us it best be on a federal charge Obama, don't wanna get no drama It's California, brah, we all blow ganja I'm the highest Hosanna, I'm the hottest, no sauna Fuckin' yo mama then I'm out like the Roadrunner 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 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 verse my man Dumb I gets foul like And One Have the fuckin' priest at your church like goddamn, son I'm fresh like a 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 you're 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