New Crack

(Intro)

Pawm pawn pawn pa pa pa pa

Happy New Year biatch!

(1st Verse)

Yo coming to you live and direct from the Bella de Centro

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

I park when I spit not to press my luck

'Cause I ain't go no insurance and if I wreck I'm f**ked

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 out

The rhymed that

I just spit was perfect,

Reverse it, half it double, time that

Anyway you want it, fam

Ask my momma, man

You could see a Mic in my sonogram

I got my first soof in the booth

And I wrote my first hook in a coloring book

And back then, my rhymes was outside the line

And still are- phones loose reception when I kill bars

I heard your sh*t, my ear's still scarred

Should've turned it down like opening a pill jar

F**k Jake, We gon' wake and bake

I make paste when I battle all you fakes for cake

But now it's time for a station break...

We whiling out!

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Intrumental

(2nd Verse)

Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo eh 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, you hauling

King of San Diego, last name should be Stahlman

Balling!

Now I reside in Hollywood

Your girl called 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:

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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

Tickle in them vaginal walls

Ladies sit back and applause

Right after you cum I spit tight, lick right

Call me Dracula tongue

A yo, it's mind blowing when I'm flowing

You couldn't find

No one who be showing the skills that I'm showing

Mike throw it like a boomerang

Come back with stupid slang

If 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, guey

Youtube search, when you come across Wax

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

I glose 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

Motherf**ker that you've seen at a show perform

And I'm the

Sole cause of global warming

My sh*t is like Oh ish, Oh ish

You're sh*t 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, f**ka'

Whatever happen to that?

I used to like hearing motherf**kers rapping to that

You know,

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

Science class

Bunsen burners blow'll fry your ass

Do not try to pass me like monopoly go

I'll show cats how to properly flow

A yo, let me explain:

Wax is the nickname

Back with the spit game

Classic as Rick James

Back when he sniffed cane

Smacking the sh*t stained

'Til the mid frame

Of you bastards that spit lame

Mother f**ker

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Instrumental

Yea, I want to send a shout out to my man Herbal T

Doing it real big in Brazil.

This next sh*t's for him

(3rd Verse)

Yo yo

The way that we be packaging this flavor and 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 ya'll haters get sarce (bitach)

You think I'm dumb and sh*t

Just 'cause I spit shrik leaf 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

F**k all that, illegal immigrants?

I love ya'll cats, come on over

Take a plane, walk, take a boat

What the f**k 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 them

And the beat goes off from the winter to the summer

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

And the filing in his writs 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 spit time up so exactly

Without some time of stop watch technology

And I'm just saying, fam

The sh*t that I vow for

F**k Iraq, hip hop I die now for

So if you mad that I'm stalling on you,

Be glad if the Cal is on you

'Cause you gon' have to kill be before I stop whiling on you

Like this

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Instrumental