[Intro]

And I

Run around girl

I guess I mean business on this one y'all

It's not like I can just stop doing this shit

I guess sometimes you just need a little help

Get your bravery up, y'know what I'm saying?

Drop that shit

[Verse 1: Wax]

I got a pen in my right hand

Beer in my left and I have no fear of death

Your ears are left with that spearmint fresh type of feelin'

Wax and EOM put your hands to the ceilin'

Get 'em up, where the fuck I can see 'em

While you bang this in your jeep

Or your truck, or your BM

I don't care what you drive

E-lectric chair, we survive

It feels like I'm barely alive

I've-

Gotta refill my prescription

Music and alcohol that's my addiction, listen

My diction defies descripition

I ain't keepin' it real

I keep it science-fiction

Meet Zorg, I'm the "Bionic man"

Hit the chronic and slam like a high Onyx fan

Dut-dutter did I stutter, the flow's so gutter

It's attached to your roof collecting water

Motherfucker!

This is grade A material

Upscale Maryland, crab imperial

If I'm not lyrical the earth's not spherical

And the virgin giving birth to God's son's

Not a miracle

The way I bust is incredible

While your shit just isn't credible

And the nectar that drips from my nuts

Is an edible source of protein

Eat it up with some vegetables

Yummy, a well balanced meal

By the look on your face I can tell how you feel

When you listen to the music

You can tell how it's real

You can tell how we're able to sell without a deal

Yeah, I spit that cooked-up coke shit

Can't find my rhyme book, Mayor Barry smoked it

We got the dope boys sellin' it

Big Wax cookin' with my homeboy Elements

[Interlude]

So raise your motherfuckin' glasses up

Everybody, here-here, I'd like to propose a toast

First of all I'd like to propose a toast to my man EOM for providing this musical backdrop on top which I do dumb shit, such as propose toasts

I'd like to propose another toast to you, the listener

It doesn't matter how you got this shit, you bought it, you downloaded it, your grandma gave it to you

If you're listening to this dumb shit

Lastly I'd like to propose a toast to me, for being the motherfuckin' illest motherfucker alive!

[Verse 2: Wax]

I got these haters lookin' at me like "how is he human?"

Getting all mad like Alfred E. Newman

They truly trippin', undoubtedly shroomin'

A true emcee, the crowd'd keep movin'

So girls get down on the floor

We at a level nobody's ever gone before

We got, songs galore, and I'm on to more

We celebratin' like we're Jewish

And it's Yom Kippur or

Rash Hashanah

Spark lots of ganja

Pour lots of shots of vodka

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Rock the mic properly who I be

A way fuckin' better than average emcees

So, Merry Christmas, here's my album

I hope that you're all satisfied with the outcome

And if this one fails I'm thinking that I

Will move to Hawaii and drink 'till I die

[Outro]

I'm dead serious man

I could move down there and uh, be a bartender

I already like to drink

I already know how to do half the shit

I know how to get a beer

I know how to make Rum & Coke

It ain't fuckin' rocket science

I could take a class or two

Move to a little bungalow somewhere

Get a job in one of them bars on the pier

Where the fuckin', uh...

Little girls do the ukulele, the hula dances

Listen to that shit

Oh, I'll learn how to play the ukulele!

I'm not to far away, I already play the guitar!

I mean, it's not that fuckin' different

Different amount of strings or whatever