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[Verse 1:
All the fellas go ape shit, when I the boiling heat
Plus I put it down for the like a toilet seat
I destroy the beat, the one that E
we do a high five and get inebriated

Big Wax and DFD, my name abbreviated
These are rated R bars, all of y'alls are PG
Elevated high like someone sprinkled us pixie dust
Catch us at a college town, on a dixie cup

Sick as fuck and is how my vocal flow is
by crazy trains of thought, I got locomotives
I know you noticed that I the coldest
When me and DFD team we easily steamroll

The soul of and the heart of John Lennon
Just a couple playboys with a flock of women
The South Korean James Dean, the Cuban Martin
Any human being starting shit is soon to be a

This ain't and Robin
It ain't and Gabanna
This ain't and Obama
You should go and ask your momma for a
who
This ain't and Watson
OJ and Johnnie
Malone and John
if you got a problem with it too
who

[Verse 2:
My all start proper
Turn the hipster rapper to a shopper
You fresh, you're from concentrate
And the thought of quitting rapping is one that you to contemplate

We rock the place and leave the ceiling
Any that we throw you know it's finna be cracking
All you rappers biting styles and identity
There's like ten of mes and ten of Waxes

I leave enemies mentally trapped in states of fear and
so small they could probably fit in elf clothing
As for me, I'm a man
That'll rock it til the like the Titanic band

Wearing bright hammer pants you couldn't touch this kind of
the type of mother fuckers throwing punches at your function
Chewing up rappers like some double mint gum
hundreds at a strip club using government funds

[Verse 3:
whack mother fuckers I just don't associate
I ain't mad at 'em I just hope they don't
They gets no love, hate
Then like a steak, they get slowly ate

Check the trophy case, you can tell we never
Our videos get box office numbers, you get several
Ebenezer money, racking up the revenue
All we got is headbangers, them heavy metal dudes

You need to tell whoever's revving you up they to pump the brakes
You couldn't my ad libs in five hundred takes
Don't beat yourself up, we all dumb mistakes
You just make more than anybody else fucking

The guys that you to hate, puffing dank, purple drink
to party hard the night before another working day
The dynamic duo, better act like you
Two mother fuckers numero uno