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

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

Sick as fuck and unpredictable is how my flow is
Inspired by crazy of thought, I got locomotives
I know you noticed I flow the coldest
When me and DFD team we easily opponents

The of Otis and the heart of John Lennon
Just a playboys with a flock of blonde women
The South Korean Dean, the Cuban Dean Martin
Any human starting shit is soon to be a target

This ain't Batman and
It ain't and Gabanna
This ain't and Obama
You should go and ask momma for a clue
who
This ain't and Watson
OJ and Cochran
Malone and Stockton
if you got a problem with it too
who

[Verse 2:
My verses all start
Turn the rapper to a Wal-Mart shopper
You ain't fresh, from concentrate
And the of quitting rapping is one that you need to contemplate

We the place and leave the ceiling collapsing
Any party that we throw you it's finna be cracking
All you biting styles and identity jacking
There's ten of mes and ten of these Waxes

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

Wearing bright pants you couldn't touch this kind of ruckus
We're the type of fuckers throwing punches at your function
Chewing up these like some double mint gum
Spending at a strip club using government funds

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

Check the case, you can tell we never lose
Our get box office numbers, you get several views
Scrooge money, racking up the revenue
All we got is headbangers, like heavy metal dudes

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

The guys that you love to hate, puffing dank, drink
Type to hard the night before another working day
The duo, better act like you know
Two fuckers ranked numero uno