Wax Goes Bananas

[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 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