Wax Raps Over EOM Beat
    (专辑: Old Songs From Youtube That Weren't On Streaming Services Until Now - 2020)
    
    Yo  The 
origin of my thoughts you will never know  My favorite beat is the 
universe's ebb and flow  I'm Alaskan Thunderfuck, you oregano  When I 
go to your show I 
always bring a 
egg to throw  I'm every episode of every show ever shown  You're a 
millisecond of a 
never-viewed webisode  I'm everything in existence, you're nothing  If you don't catch my drift that should tell you something  I'm no longer on your amateur court  So to any naysayers who demand a 
retort  I'll consider emailing y'all an annual report  From the 
perspective of a 
hammock at a 
Sandals resort, sin  -Cerely, your excellence  You inferior specimen  When you near me address me as dearly distinguished gentleman  English I 
am an expert in  My contact list  I 
have Webster in the 
lab I 
am sequestered in  An isolated author with insightful takes to offer  Whose pop culture references are older than Gibraltar  Just did a 
cover of "Bring Your Daughter to the 
Slaughter" by Iron Maiden  You in dire straits and I'm Marc Knopfler  You marks are fabric softener  I 
listen to you rap and can't recall a 
past experience I've had that's awfuller  I'm a 
classic artist's tale  I'm a 
tragic sculptor  Die with an empty coffer as a 
penniless pauper  My eulogy will be "hey fellas just toss him  We'll dig him up in two weeks I 
rented a 
coffin"  I'm the 
type that'll rip a 
mic every so often  For self-affirmation to remember I'm awesome  Just to lift me up like a 
figure skater doing a 
triple axle  After swallowing a 
little capsule filled with Paxil  I'm a 
little rascal  I'm a 
fucking varmint  My fanbase is nothing short of in-fucking-ardent  In my glove compartment there's an undergarment that belongs to the 
woman with whom you share a 
one bedroom apartment  I 
do my thing like cows eat grass  I 
do my thing like hummingbird hearts beat fast  Ay  American classic  Good samaritan you'd wanna share some Maryland crabs with  Rumor has it that I'm very fantastic  And that rumor's been confirmed like it's parents with catholic  Arrogant bastard  No comparison's accurate  Except for Niagara Falls barreling fast as shit  No magician would be sharing his magic tricks now would he  If he had respect how could he, uh  I'm a 
oligarch  Napoleon Bonaparte  Joan of Arc style leaving you totally blown apart  Waiting for my show to start  People prefer to be in the 
front  With the 
animals like Rosa Parks on Noah's Ark  I'm eliter than a 
Bilderberg meeting team leader  Steal your soul like a 
scientologist e-meter  L. Ron Hubbard meets Elroy Jetson  El soy yo el [?] no question  Offend many like the 
team name "Redskins"  E-made beats create B-boy head spins  Out of the 
box intended for your suggestions  In a 
vision quest visions stem from mescaline  Images rendered are too exquisite to question 'em  The 
sentences I've penned are meant to contend with the 
best of 'em  I 
sit on a 
pedestal  You [?] the 
pendulum  Turn my shit up ten decibels  I 
turn [?] to vegetables  My shit is incredible, you need medical help  Mind, body, and spirit where my rhetoric felt  I'm a 
notch up in ya mama's hypothetical belt  She gave my testicles a 
five star review on Yelp  Yo  I 
say a 
lot of meaningless babble  "Are those even words?" like I'm cheating in Scrabble  Smoke a 
spliff a 
day instead of eating an apple  I'm higher than the 
spire on the 
steeple of a 
chapel, yo  We are cut from different cloths off of separate rolls  For a 
minute sum you'd probably sell your soul  I'm in it for the 
good times a 
la Esther Rolle  You should go and sit on a 
fucking bench like Eckhart Tolle  Your shit is weak, take a 
fricking seat  If you have a 
mic under your Christmas tree I 
hope it had a 
gift receipt  The 
kid is deep like a 
minor who's a 
miner  When I'm in the 
booth like a 
diner at a 
diner  Old school soothsayer  Pro Tools truth layer  Applause through the 
roof when I'm in the 
booth player  They say I'm cold, I 
say B-I-N-G-O  Ten below since you was knee-high to an embryo  I 
sit and ponder sipping on a 
cold lager  Sidecar fireball wondering what happened to Goldschläger  Only fodder if you are a 
beer blogger  Get the 
check then I 
skate like I'm Jaromír Jágr  I 
go on a 
lot of unforeseen tangents  That are a 
little long like a 
submarine sandwich  That if they were data they'd require lots of bandwidth  That if they were Dorothy they'd no longer be in Kansas  Whose dog name was Toto that today they named a 
band with  Who also sang Rosana but didn't say it in Spanish  I 
digress  I 
get busy like the 
IRS at tax season  Wax eating anyone who try and test  I'm at best when I 
invest my time and effort in myself  The 
only battle that I 
fight is with my mental health  Hopefully I 
win it  Count to three after I 
pen it  Big Wax, I 
been doing this  For a 
minute, yo  Golf clap for another raw rap  Aw snap like the 
back of a 
ball cap or bra strap  Y'all are micro  One day you might grow  On the 
microphone I'm dirty, call Mike Rowe  He's supposed to be the 
host of my show  I'm never so-so so I 
boastfully flow  I 
notably know  A 
lot of shit nobody know  When I 
say "know what I'm sayin'" they like "no I 
don't know"  Yo  I'm so high I 
could ghostwrite for Peter Tosh  I'm like the 
Tysons, both Mike and Neil DeGrasse  Sting like a 
wasp  Float like a 
fleet of yachts  Driven by competing elitists measuring speed in knots  Drop this in your shitty boombox  I 
get no respect like my doc's Vinnie Boombatz  I 
get lots of samolians  [?] you could squash like Napoleon  Pocket [?], I 
got lots of custodians  Dusting my customized podium to which they then coat with Rust-Oleum  Get accustomed to some cussing with purpose  Like the 
discussion of a 
sailor on call with customer service  You rusty fucks'll get nervous  Where'd he come from, the 
furnace?  I'm the 
hottest, honestly I 
probably judge you as worthless, yo  I'm a 
bad mother, shut your mouth  Spit a 
damn cuss word out at your grandmother's house  I 
been rapping since she had that plastic-covered couch  I 
been rapping since she had a 
back that doesn't slouch  For you I 
can't vouch  Too many doubts  Your spitting is reminiscent of the 
house of Oscar the 
Grouch  I'm crowd-adored as I 
bow before the 
encore  Leave then come back like the 
California condor  Google that  They became extinct then they grew 'em back  They came from the 
same lab I 
make my music at  I 
discover things in the 
darkest corners of my mind  I'm a 
rare specimen, I'm something hard to find  A 
new iPhone with the 
old input  A 
sextape of the 
Loch Ness Monster fucking Bigfoot  The 
nail used in Jesus' hand found by a 
dude with a 
metal detector on Venice Beach in the 
sand  The 
key to unlocking the 
secrets of man  God damn  Green eggs and ham, uh   EOM beats  EOM rest in peace