"Then they all began to yell [I'm the grandest..]. They had a terrible fight and the sun was so hot the 4 tigers melted away to butter."

[Boxguts]

My words play with labia on the daily

Wet up your muffin baby, I'm faded blazing, hazy

Spraying paintings from a mangy beak

Got like 80 teeth

Slang bang, aim that thing at your feet

Make 'em dance with wolves and snakes while I throw fangs on this beat

Craving to eat as many tracks as I can stuff my guts with

Til they come flaming from out my stomach's dungeonous oven baking heat

Burnt to a crisp you get facing me

J23, legion of ace alien beasts

Plus BoxReb and MC

Dropping heavy, spilling these mockeries and chopping up brains

Rockin terrains, peeling fillets until we cease

Peep, the flow mode's so cruise

Hop on the hoe with those old bonobo moves

Throw more smooth, Bo knows who?

U2 rude trying to get in that Bono groove

Looking at you poons through a telescope on the moon

[Haac Won]

Hot box ?? boss preposterous

Rock harder than MetalHead Colossus

X-Men watch your lady friend get her gas wet

Ass bent by awe

Kelly Maskmen, eiffel tower sand bitch

Black on the lettuce but her face could catch the mayo

Loads on standby but police spot a spray coat

Box rebel nasty, beasting on the treble

Sop these little dandies, brain they ?? like pedals

[Boxguts] - Yo Haac you think you classy?

[Haac Won] - Nah a box of trash heeps