Wax - Brown Christmas lyrics
[Wax - Brown Christmas lyrics]
I don't give a fuck how much swagger you have
I'm sick of hearing that fucking word
I stay on this dumb shit
And it's my dumb shit yeah, yo
Big Wax straight shittin' on your Christmas
The illest motherfucker in the business
Who's not in the business
Been doing this since your existence
Was merely your dad lookin' at
Your mom from a distance
You little squirts are the worst
You're better than me? Learn to
Rap to a beat first
It's called flowin', not talkin', G
And if you hate me so much
Then why you online stalkin' me?
Y'all haters got a lot of free time
And you sure spend a lot
Of it watchin' me rhyme
Sending long ass mеssages to tell me I suck
I swеar some of y'all are dirty
Old men that wanna fuck, man
Ten years older than David Hasselhoff
Last Google search you did
Was "naked Asher Roth"
Ha ha ha, just a bunch of blah, blah, blah
Yuletide dance, diarrhea cha-cha-cha
I'ma have you whettin' your appetite
Your Christmas will not be white
I'll be on Santa's sleigh that night, flyin'
(Flyin') ass hangin' over the side in flight
Shittin' on every MC in sight
They gon' know what it's like
To have a brown Christmas, yeah
Ayo, Big Wax chillin', Herbal T's chillin'
EOM stays makin' tracks for the children
Fuck the building, I'm in a damn kiln
When you hot as me you gotta
Be where the pottery chills in
Fake rappers are like comedy filming
Fake laughter on the track and I
Just gotta be filled in, like
What's the joke? What's so funny, man?
Is that quote swagger unquote?
I don't understand
You play the role so unconvincingly
Step your energy up a lot
Better re-up your stock of ginseng seeds
Two thumbs down for your crew
Of dumb clowns and impostors
No chance of y'all winnin' Oscars
I do my thing, emphasis on mine
So all my free thinkin' people
Crank this on high
And all you copycat rappers, watch your back
Dawg it's a bird, it's a plane
It's a corn-filled crap log
I'ma have you whettin' your appetite
Your Christmas will not be white
I'll be on Santa's sleigh that night, flyin'
(Flyin') ass hangin' over the side in flight
Shittin' on every MC in sight
They gon' know what it's like
To have a brown Christmas, yeah
Ayo, it feels like I'm sittin' on the crapper
All day, every day, shittin' on a rapper
It feels like I'm sittin' on the crapper
All day, every day, shittin' on a rapper
And I'ma shit on your Christmas, fool
I'ma shit on your Christmas
I'ma shit on your Christmas, fool
I'ma shit on your Christmas
Uh uh uh uh uh, Big Wax, Herbal T
EOM, who we be ch-ch-ch-ch-check it out
I'm sick of hearing that fucking word
I stay on this dumb shit
And it's my dumb shit yeah, yo
Big Wax straight shittin' on your Christmas
The illest motherfucker in the business
Who's not in the business
Been doing this since your existence
Was merely your dad lookin' at
Your mom from a distance
You little squirts are the worst
You're better than me? Learn to
Rap to a beat first
It's called flowin', not talkin', G
And if you hate me so much
Then why you online stalkin' me?
Y'all haters got a lot of free time
And you sure spend a lot
Of it watchin' me rhyme
Sending long ass mеssages to tell me I suck
I swеar some of y'all are dirty
Old men that wanna fuck, man
Ten years older than David Hasselhoff
Last Google search you did
Was "naked Asher Roth"
Ha ha ha, just a bunch of blah, blah, blah
Yuletide dance, diarrhea cha-cha-cha
I'ma have you whettin' your appetite
Your Christmas will not be white
I'll be on Santa's sleigh that night, flyin'
(Flyin') ass hangin' over the side in flight
Shittin' on every MC in sight
They gon' know what it's like
To have a brown Christmas, yeah
Ayo, Big Wax chillin', Herbal T's chillin'
EOM stays makin' tracks for the children
Fuck the building, I'm in a damn kiln
When you hot as me you gotta
Be where the pottery chills in
Fake rappers are like comedy filming
Fake laughter on the track and I
Just gotta be filled in, like
What's the joke? What's so funny, man?
Is that quote swagger unquote?
I don't understand
You play the role so unconvincingly
Step your energy up a lot
Better re-up your stock of ginseng seeds
Two thumbs down for your crew
Of dumb clowns and impostors
No chance of y'all winnin' Oscars
I do my thing, emphasis on mine
So all my free thinkin' people
Crank this on high
And all you copycat rappers, watch your back
Dawg it's a bird, it's a plane
It's a corn-filled crap log
I'ma have you whettin' your appetite
Your Christmas will not be white
I'll be on Santa's sleigh that night, flyin'
(Flyin') ass hangin' over the side in flight
Shittin' on every MC in sight
They gon' know what it's like
To have a brown Christmas, yeah
Ayo, it feels like I'm sittin' on the crapper
All day, every day, shittin' on a rapper
It feels like I'm sittin' on the crapper
All day, every day, shittin' on a rapper
And I'ma shit on your Christmas, fool
I'ma shit on your Christmas
I'ma shit on your Christmas, fool
I'ma shit on your Christmas
Uh uh uh uh uh, Big Wax, Herbal T
EOM, who we be ch-ch-ch-ch-check it out