[Verse 1]

The underdog never quittin' representing bi-coastal

Big Wax grab the microphone and go postal

Your cyphe seems like the ice cream social

Put them fucking cones on your head like you supposed to

Your dunce crew gets smoked like blunts do

Once you start spitting the bullshit it just comes through

I thought you said that you was nice bruh

Name your price bruh

Put your fancy cars and your ice up

And watch your shit get gone

Into my possession then your shit gets pawned

I get applause everything you spit gets yawned upon

I got your whip on my lawn and I just listed it on

Craigslist and posted several fliers

And I already have a host of potential buyers

I do this shit tirelessly

So if you think you on a ladder rung higher than me

[Hook]

Just be advised

It'd be wise not to gamble

People in the past have tried have gotten trampled

Even when I gave them ample time to combine the beats, rhymes, and samples

Just be advised

It's just really bad timing

Especially with that simple ass rhyming

You're a grown man you can decide for yourself

But don't say I didn't offer any help

Be advised

[Verse 2]

I'm clearly the illest

Type of shit that make Arnold say "I understood you clearly Willis"

I'm strictly business I take the biggest share

Y'all strictly bitches you at the Lilith fair

Wherever I'm performing I kill it there

Eating rappers properly, napkins and silverware

Weed smoke fills the air

Everybody moves

Y'all get pelted with shoes and everybody boos

Leave welted and bruised

With your tennis shoes covered in egg yolk and tomato residues

I never lose like Biff with the almanac

So in brisk you could call it that

Talking smack when you got no chance

You should be falling back like Fat Joe doing his own dance

Your whole camp's just a bunch of little ants to protect your hills

I'd heed in the warning in advance

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

I ain't saying I'm the best

I'm just sayin' if the average emcee tried to test

And I had to make an educated guess who'd win it

I'd respond rhetorically "Have you seen a piglet fly

In the sky with a midget-high gay Jesus

On his back sayin' 'yippee-ki-yay bitches!'"

If you seen that put your money on the other corner

Yeah that guy, the hoverboarder

I'm in the lab making custom ether

And I'm about to dump the beaker on you fucking weaker Justin Biebers

You must be into something deeper than just puffing reefer

Is it crack?

That makes you think you isn't wack?

[Hook]

[Outro]

You fucking pitiful morons

You fucking miniscule humans

I was better than you as a middle school student

You ain't shit

And ain't never gon' be shit

Your mom ain't shit

Your dad wasn't shit

And their parents weren't shit neither

I spit ether

The grim reaper

No question

No contestin'

Big Wax

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