[Verse 1]

Tilt your seats back and relax

It's me Wax and EOM feed tracks

To cats who hate weak raps and weak beats and repeats

Of last week's recyclables

You can find out if my ass cheeks are likable

Kiss 'em while you hate

I'll be sitting in the waiting room writing tunes

While you have a lively debate

And while you waste time making stupid rules

We'll stay in the pocket like newborn marsupials

You'd be fools if you followed their lead

You might as well kneel down and swallow their seed, man

Hatin' on E and Wax

Y'all just need to relax

[Verse 2]

E, pass me another hurricane, dawg

So I can stay lit like a Duraflame log

I prefer insane smog in my brain over airheadedness

Add this to your "I didn't get it" list

Fuck a memo, fuck a demo, fuck a deal

Fuck every emotion in your soul that you feel

Pop pills with us so you can roll with the real, thank you

Another CD sold for a meal

Take hold of the wheel, matter fact, give it back

You can't handle the torque of an EOM track

You put in so much effort to pitiful results

Goddamn, you have a lot of faults, flaws

Blemishes and shortcomings

Me and E's forthcoming efforts

Will be effortless and more stunning

Ya'll ain't fuckin' with Wax

Y'all just need to relax

[Verse 3]

Why do people seem so glass half-empty

Yet they give a pass to these half-ass emcees?

What I have in common with giraffes, cash and bees

Is I'm high and I'm fly and I cause envy

If Herbal T or EOM Isn't your name

Then your musical advice was probably given in vain

While you write and talk about the shit you think I need to change

I'll be outside smiling, singing in the rain, man

On my parade you can pour piss

I'll be dancing on a float in a state of pure bliss

One day me and Herbal T'll pour Crist'

'Til then, sorry bro, I'm too poor, Chris

But you can pass me the Pabst

And here's a fucking pillow, EOM, relax

Y'all just need to relax

[Verse 4]

Lyrical gold medal Olympian cardio regimen

Still I got hardly no Benjamins

Motherfuckers talk for the show like Maury Povich and them

I can see the sorry ho bitch in them

Walkin' 'round with their nose in the air

But we just brush 'em to the side like an emo kid combing his hair

I rock tight like that same kid's jeans

Y'all are like angst-ridden teens

All green with envy like Thanksgiving beans and the casserole

Beat you back into your hole like we playing Whack-a-Mole

Damn, y'all some busy little beavers

Pitiful achievers with your critical demeanors

We don't do it for the doubters, we just rip it for believers

If you haters want a cookie give a visit to the Keebler's

You fudge ass motherfucker

Y'all just need to relax

[Verse 5]

Yo, one more, one more, one, two, three, four

People show us love when we come through B-more

DC too down to VCU and Hampton

Where you'll find EOM cold lampin'

Kickin' back, making beats in his leisure time

With a fine Caeser and Tequila from the freezer with a squeeze of lime

I'm 'bout to go and get some peace of mind

San Diego, lay low with my seat reclined

In the shade where the air is cooler

I'll take the day off like Ferris Bueller

Prepare a cooler, roll a big ass spliff

You pissants can come along or just remain stiff

Spit clever just 'cause my tongue is your

Type of curve balls win them fucking Cy Young Awards

I'm Sandy Koufax

Y'all just need to relax

[Verse 6]

So much stress on my mind it's hard to stay sober

They decrease the load of the weight on my shoulders

I hit the liquor store for another king cobra

Use my debit card, I hope it ain't over

The limit 'cause you know what that be

Another 25 for the overdraft fee

Where does that go exactly?

I don't know exactly, but it isn't to the lower class

People lookin' for a check in stressed out conditions

Regretting horrible decisions

Like me who just got a DUI

And I can't afford it, the fees are too high

And there's no one to blame but I but I can't provide

Water when my well's run dry and I got ripped off last year buyin' money trees

Look at 'em every day and still just fuckin' leaves

A couple G's are spare change to some

Who are those people? What are their name and num-bers?

I'm so stressed I'm cuttin' up worms, I laugh at the situation

'Cause it's fuckin' absurd

Check my swag as I rip it

I'd pull out my hair but I can't quite grip it

And I can't afford a damn flight ticket for a plane ride

If I could I'd go to Maine and hide

Y'all just need to relax