[Intro]

We got a million views

'Bout to drink a billion brews

In honor of the millionth view of this New Crack video

Three years ago I put it up there

I had to do a little recording

[Verse 1]

Yo. coming to you live and direct from the belly of the Sentra

It's big Wax, Dunny, and I'm at it again, bruh

I park when I spit not to press my luck

'Cause I ain't got no insurance and if I wreck I'm fucked

But when I ride beats, you couldn't deny that

'Cause you could use every syllable as a high hat

Rewind that and you'll find that the rhyme that

I just spit was perfect

Reverse it, half it, double time that

Anyway you want it, fam

Ask my mama, man

You could see a mic in my sonogram

I got my first tooth in the booth

And I wrote my first hook in a coloring book

And back then, my rhymes was outside the lines

And still are, Phones lose reception when I kill bars

I heard your shit, my ear's still scarred

Should've turned it down like opening a pill jar

Fuck Jake, we gon' wake and bake

I make papes when I battle all you fakes for cake

But now it's time for a station break

We wilin' out

[Verse 2]

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, ayy, yo

Hey yo, spitting lyrics over this music, that is my calling

Rappers stepping to me, eventually they be falling

East coast to the West coast, U-hauling

King of San Diego, last name should be Stahlman

Ballin'

Now I reside in Hollywood

Your girl call me milk 'cause your boy did her body good

Yeah, she got the calcium

But she really couldn't tell cause her mouth be numb

She like

[*Onomatopoeia of a girl attempting to talk whilst

Her mouth is numb from dick sucking*]

She's always down

She reminds me of the teacher from Charlie Brown

I'm just a musical genius with a beautiful penis

And magical balls

Ticklin' them vaginal walls

Ladies, sit back and applause

Right after you cum, I spit tight, lick right

Call me Dracula tongue

Ayo, it's mind blowing when I'm flowing

You couldn't find no one who be showing the skills that I'm showing

Mind throwin' like a boomerang

Come back with stupid slang

That you couldn't understand. call me Pootie Tang

Yeah, I might as well say sadate

Mexicans give me props I'm like, de nada, güey

YouTube search, when you come across Wax

You'll see that I'm fire like Taco Bell sauce packs

I gloss tracks with high frequency audio polishing

When you hear it you will all be astonished

And your thoughts of what an MC should be

They will all be demolished

And from then on you will call me the hottest

Motherfucker that you've seen at a show performin', I'm the

Sole cause of global warming

My shit is like aw ish, aw ish

You're shit is just *snores*

For real, the crowd's getting sleepy, B

But when I'm on stage is like they're on PCP

They like, do that thing, do that thing

My favorite genre of music is New Jack Swing, fucka

Whatever happened to that?

I used to like hearing motherfuckers rapping to that, you know?

I'll take you little fools way back to middle school science class

Bunsen burner, blaow, I'll fry your ass

Don't try to pass me like Monopoly go

I'll show cats how to properly flow

Ayo, let me explain

Wax is the nickname

Back with the spit game

Classic as Rick James

Back when he sniffed caine

Smacking the shit stained

To the mid frame

Of you bastards that spit lame

[Hook]

God damn, shit's still going out to my brother Herbal T

He's back from Rio, but let's go

Check it out, yo

[Verse 3]

The way that we be packaging this flavor in bars

You'd be like, "Wax, do you work for either Quaker or Mars?"

I work the bass and the treble like the faders in cars

And won't stop spitting sick until y'all haters get SARS

Y'all think I'm dumb as shit

Just 'cause I spit strictly for the love of it

I already gave up on the government

Not trying to change the world, just making fun of it

And I ain't scared of the terrorists

Fuck all that, illegal immigrants?

I love y'all cats, come on over

Take a plane, walk, take a boat

What the fuck do I care, fam? I don't vote

There's two things that I care about, love and rhythm

And the people that I meet, and the love within 'em

And the beat goes on from the winter to the summer

'Cause time, it ain't nothing, but a go-go drummer

And the feeling in his wrist make you nod your fist

Make you realize God exists

'Cause if he didn't

Then how would we have this rhythm?

It don't make no sense to me

The way that we split time up so exactly

Without some time of stop watch technology

And I'm just saying, fam

The shit that I vow for

Fuck Iraq, hip hop, I die now for

So if you mad that I'm styling on you

Be glad if the Cal is on you

'Cause you gon' have to kill me before I stop wilin' on you

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