Wax - Liquid Courage lyrics

And I run around girl
I guess I mean business on this one y'all
It's not like I can just stop doing this shit
I guess sometimes you just need a little help
Get your bravery up, y'know what I'm saying?
Drop that shit

I got a pen in my right hand
Beer in my left and I have no fear of death
Your ears are left with that
Spearmint fresh type of feelin'
Wax and EOM put your hands to the ceilin'
Get 'em up, where the fuck I can see 'em
While you bang this in your jeep
Or your truck, or your BM
I don't care what you drive
E lectric chair, we survive
It feels like I'm barely alive i've-
Gotta refill my prescription
Music and alcohol that's my addiction, listen
My diction defies descripition
I ain't keepin' it real
I keep it science-fiction
Meet Zorg, I'm the "Bionic man"
Hit the chronic and slam like a high Onyx fan
Dut-dutter did I stutter
The flow's so gutter
It's attached to your roof collecting water
Motherfucker! This is grade A material
Upscale Maryland, crab imperial
If I'm not lyrical the earth's not spherical
And the virgin giving birth to God's son's
Not a miracle the way I bust is incredible
While your shit just isn't credible
And the nectar that drips from my nuts
Is an edible source of protein
Eat it up with some vegetables
Yummy, a well balanced meal
By the look on your face I
Can tell how you feel
When you listen to the music
You can tell how it's real
You can tell how we're able
To sell without a deal
Yeah, I spit that cooked-up coke shit
Can't find my rhyme book
Mayor Barry smoked it
We got the dope boys sellin' it
Big Wax cookin' with my homeboy Elements

So raise your motherfuckin' glasses up
Everybody, here here
I'd like to propose a toast
First of all I'd like to propose
A toast to my man EOM
For providing this musical backdrop on top
Which I do dumb shit, such as propose toasts
I'd like to propose another toast to you
The listener
It doesn't matter how you got this shit
You bought it, you downloaded it
Your grandma gave it to you
If you're listening to this dumb shit
Lastly I'd like to propose a toast to me
For being the motherfuckin'
Illest motherfucker alive!

I got these haters lookin' at me
Like "how is he human?"
Getting all mad like Alfred E newman
They truly trippin', undoubtedly shroomin'
A true emcee, the crowd'd keep movin'
So girls get down on the floor
We at a level nobody's ever gone before
We got, songs galore, and I'm on to more
We celebratin' like we're Jewish
And it's Yom Kippur or rash Hashanah
Spark lots of ganja
Pour lots of shots of vodka

Rock the mic properly who I be
A way fuckin' better than average emcees
So, Merry Christmas, here's my album
I hope that you're all
Satisfied with the outcome
And if this one fails I'm thinking that I
Will move to Hawaii and drink 'till I die

I'm dead serious man
I could move down there and uh
Be a bartender i already like to drink
I already know how to do half the shit
I know how to get a beer
I know how to make Rum & Coke
It ain't fuckin' rocket science
I could take a class or two
Move to a little bungalow somewhere
Get a job in one of them bars on the pier
Where the fuckin', uh
Little girls do the ukulele, the hula dances
Listen to that shit
Oh, I'll learn how to play the ukulele!
I'm not to far away
I already play the guitar!
I mean, it's not that fuckin' different
Different amount of strings or whatever