You Ain't Shit Man

Yeah, yeah, yea- yeah, yeah Homeboys make some noise Home girls all around the world, ah let me hear you say "ow" Now rub your clitori... Check it out Yo Witness the "American Dream" Big Wax, EOM, be-ware of the team We got you motherfuckers nervous like a terrorist scheme You twitchin', itchin' like a heroin feind, I'm saying I spit fresh like I just ate a throat lozenge, and it rocks the boat like crosswinds My rhymes, people quote often Y'all plastic like them six pack rings that choke dolphins And I can tell by how you spittin' that you wack I'm sippin' on a Stellasone gettin' my crew back And I could give a fuck about your clique or your crew, Jack We rippin' this new rap, so bitch you should move back We mixin' a new track like every damn day Couldn't give a damn what any man say We don't like y'all any damn way Put 'em on the barbie another wack emcee flambé, hit it I don't know what you're trying to prove, but somebody been lying to you, you ain't shit man I don't know what you're trying to prove but somebody been lying to you, you suck dick fam Your girl will tickle the dill pickle until spill trickles in her, giving her son like Phil Mickle Or a daughter, she be offerin' ass like it's wine on the alter at mass, she's so nun like Except celibate she sure ain't all day skeet on her face like war paint Stuck to her like sap from a sycamore Kick a whore out, then it's back to the liquor store Pick up more Paps, Blue-Ribbon and sit back, brew Sippin', bringin' back true Spittin' is Wax's new mission For the oh-nine Got your girl going down like she workin' in a coal mine My flow shine like a big ass wipe Here's a pile of my shit take a big ass bite, mmm It tastes like justice This line here don't have any substance I don't know what you're trying to prove, but somebody been lying to you, you ain't shit man I don't know what you're trying to prove but somebody been lying to you, you suck dick fam Damn You sound shitty fool I'm neck-and-neck with Michael Phelps, you chillin' in the kiddy pool Wear water wings Yo, my underlings Songs in the key of life like Stevie Wonder sings Flow greasy like onion rings, we do Paul Bunyan things, we think big y'all And I hope you dig it You a piglet in a pig pen, we Big Ben Always knowin' the time Me and E combined like Pacifico in the line So when the sign the flow is divine so when I rhyme for a moment in time I'm not in control of my mind It's like I'm- Po-sessed when spit so fresh Put your GODAMN money up if you want to protest I'm psycho like Alfred Hitch Save the cock for your girl and I'm out this bitch, one I don't know what you're trying to prove, but somebody been lying to you, you ain't shit man I don't know what you're trying to prove but somebody been lying to you, you suck dick fam You fuckin' piss ants You fuckin' larvae, piglet, baby calf You fuckin' guppies You little fawn ass still in the egg ass Little fuckin' baby, still nursery rhyme singin' FUCKS