Wax - No Smoking in the House lyrics
[Wax - No Smoking in the House lyrics]
No smoking in the house
There's no smoking in the house
So would you please, put it out?
I'm a animal nobody knows about like a lemur
That might wild the fuck out and
Kick you in the femur
Your girl said she a dreamer
I told her the closest she gon' get to that
Rock 'n' roll fame is this Cleveland steamer
Urban Dictionary that your bitch is very fat
On this dick is where she at
And to think you thought she
Was a church girl
Well she just gave her hotel
Information to my merch girl
Comfort Inn, room 703
Old school, no card, just a regular key
Most of America ain't checking for me
'Cause even my dumb shit is
Too much for 'em intellectually
So I'm, unappreciated like a bass solo
K Solo, or a porn star's face photo
Get out of Kansas and
Visit some other states, toto
Start following Drake's motto or stay so-so
I was rhyming on the track
Way back when your mother's hymen was intact
Yo you probably shouldn't rap 'cause
Your words are wack
You need to find yourself
A Cyrano de Bergerac
Or maybe you need to give up
You repeatedly suck
You in the league of a duck
You a measly schmuck
If you was speedily struck by a GMC truck
I wouldn't give one flying
Sixteenth of a fuck, nada
As far as new rappers I
Don't like none of 'em
I could single handedly dismantle
Every one of 'em
I make fun of 'em and give zero fucks
I hate whoever you like
I think your heroes suck
I send 'em a old-fashioned "fuck
You" like middle fingers
Thrown up by little old
Ladies with brittle fingers
Deadly like them little stingers on
Top of a scorpion
Or being at an appointment with Dr kevorkian
I make the best polka
Player drop his accordion
I make the best poker player
Stop with the tournaments
And switch to nickel slots at the Orleans
You wanna fuck with me you
Best cop a DeLorean
And go back in time and find the first
Time my young mind was inclined to rhyme
And feed it cyanide
And I know this a rhyme not a diatribe
But, you are inscribed on the list of
People I am not inspired by
I rap considerably well
So if you're considered hot
Then consider me hell
I've been cracked for awhile
Like the Liberty Bell
You're a story of regret people bitterly tell
You done nothing cool you're a fucking fool
You're an example of the failure
Of the American public school
Yo, I will whoop your small fry ass
And then I'll mount you on my
Mantle like a walleye bass
But honestly I want peace
Like Gandhi's dream
But when I see these wack
Rappers I get oddly mean
If I see 'em on my screen
I'll probably scream
It makes me want to turn the g
There's no smoking in the house
So would you please, put it out?
I'm a animal nobody knows about like a lemur
That might wild the fuck out and
Kick you in the femur
Your girl said she a dreamer
I told her the closest she gon' get to that
Rock 'n' roll fame is this Cleveland steamer
Urban Dictionary that your bitch is very fat
On this dick is where she at
And to think you thought she
Was a church girl
Well she just gave her hotel
Information to my merch girl
Comfort Inn, room 703
Old school, no card, just a regular key
Most of America ain't checking for me
'Cause even my dumb shit is
Too much for 'em intellectually
So I'm, unappreciated like a bass solo
K Solo, or a porn star's face photo
Get out of Kansas and
Visit some other states, toto
Start following Drake's motto or stay so-so
I was rhyming on the track
Way back when your mother's hymen was intact
Yo you probably shouldn't rap 'cause
Your words are wack
You need to find yourself
A Cyrano de Bergerac
Or maybe you need to give up
You repeatedly suck
You in the league of a duck
You a measly schmuck
If you was speedily struck by a GMC truck
I wouldn't give one flying
Sixteenth of a fuck, nada
As far as new rappers I
Don't like none of 'em
I could single handedly dismantle
Every one of 'em
I make fun of 'em and give zero fucks
I hate whoever you like
I think your heroes suck
I send 'em a old-fashioned "fuck
You" like middle fingers
Thrown up by little old
Ladies with brittle fingers
Deadly like them little stingers on
Top of a scorpion
Or being at an appointment with Dr kevorkian
I make the best polka
Player drop his accordion
I make the best poker player
Stop with the tournaments
And switch to nickel slots at the Orleans
You wanna fuck with me you
Best cop a DeLorean
And go back in time and find the first
Time my young mind was inclined to rhyme
And feed it cyanide
And I know this a rhyme not a diatribe
But, you are inscribed on the list of
People I am not inspired by
I rap considerably well
So if you're considered hot
Then consider me hell
I've been cracked for awhile
Like the Liberty Bell
You're a story of regret people bitterly tell
You done nothing cool you're a fucking fool
You're an example of the failure
Of the American public school
Yo, I will whoop your small fry ass
And then I'll mount you on my
Mantle like a walleye bass
But honestly I want peace
Like Gandhi's dream
But when I see these wack
Rappers I get oddly mean
If I see 'em on my screen
I'll probably scream
It makes me want to turn the g