Wax - Zoog Cypher lyrics
[Wax - Zoog Cypher lyrics]
My construction worker homie bumps this
In his shitty car on the way to spend his
Paycheck at the titty bar
I ain't there yet but I've come pretty far
Shout out to my homie Dumb
This is pandemonium
I command a podium with presidential stature
Capture the audience then get a medal after
Get my dick sucked
By Lewinsky-looking interns
Hotter women give the T friction
'til my skin burns
They don't think they need to do it right
Due to heightened senses of entitlement
Through they life
Like rappers who step through the mic
Who said you was tight?
I'd recommended that you would've gone
And flew a kite
My flow's not really very human-like
It's more the something
You-would-see-when you-was-shroomin' type
A colorful array when they ask how I did it
This is what I'm gon' say:
It's automatic automatic E
Automatic E oM I'm goin' in yo
As far as rappers that be
Really spittin' proper flows
There's not many in the
Game like soccer goals
My music touch souls like Dr scholls
Easy pass y'all real fast while
You stop for tolls the Oscar goes to you
Real life impostor trolls
Whether for your positive personas
Or your mobster roles
Yeah, that shit sounds very fake
Tryna be something it ain't
Like Salisbury Steak
If you gave 'em truth serum they'd be like
"Wax, I don't wanna be in the booth near him"
That'd be kinda like stepping
Right into the fire
Wrong place wrong time like a typo on a flier
You are easily exposed like
Mardi Gras titties
You little and you plastic
Like Barbie doll titties
I tell women in the crowd "show
Me all of y'all's titties" and they bouncin'
Me and EOM is in the house and
It's automatic automatic E
Automatic E check it out yo
I ain't gotta prove nothing I
Just point to the scorecard
Nice like your momma when you
Got a good report card
At the sports bar sippin' Seagram's 7 with a
Bunch of drunk lesbians call
'em Ellen Degenerates
Fifty percent of y'all can
Tell I'm the cleverest
The rest of y'all would be
Awesome selling some beverages like
"Cold beer! Cold beer!"
I be like "Oh yeah? Pass me one over here!"
You are smaller than an isotope
In order to see you I'd have to take
A picture of you through a microscope
Then take a picture of that
Picture through a microscope
Then take a picture of that
Picture through a microscope then take a
You get the picture
The picture is the picture of
The picture's picture's picture
The picture will be different if
The picture was your sister
She a fat heifer that never
Fit into the picture
It's automatic automatic E
Automatic E oM I'm goin' in uh
In his shitty car on the way to spend his
Paycheck at the titty bar
I ain't there yet but I've come pretty far
Shout out to my homie Dumb
This is pandemonium
I command a podium with presidential stature
Capture the audience then get a medal after
Get my dick sucked
By Lewinsky-looking interns
Hotter women give the T friction
'til my skin burns
They don't think they need to do it right
Due to heightened senses of entitlement
Through they life
Like rappers who step through the mic
Who said you was tight?
I'd recommended that you would've gone
And flew a kite
My flow's not really very human-like
It's more the something
You-would-see-when you-was-shroomin' type
A colorful array when they ask how I did it
This is what I'm gon' say:
It's automatic automatic E
Automatic E oM I'm goin' in yo
As far as rappers that be
Really spittin' proper flows
There's not many in the
Game like soccer goals
My music touch souls like Dr scholls
Easy pass y'all real fast while
You stop for tolls the Oscar goes to you
Real life impostor trolls
Whether for your positive personas
Or your mobster roles
Yeah, that shit sounds very fake
Tryna be something it ain't
Like Salisbury Steak
If you gave 'em truth serum they'd be like
"Wax, I don't wanna be in the booth near him"
That'd be kinda like stepping
Right into the fire
Wrong place wrong time like a typo on a flier
You are easily exposed like
Mardi Gras titties
You little and you plastic
Like Barbie doll titties
I tell women in the crowd "show
Me all of y'all's titties" and they bouncin'
Me and EOM is in the house and
It's automatic automatic E
Automatic E check it out yo
I ain't gotta prove nothing I
Just point to the scorecard
Nice like your momma when you
Got a good report card
At the sports bar sippin' Seagram's 7 with a
Bunch of drunk lesbians call
'em Ellen Degenerates
Fifty percent of y'all can
Tell I'm the cleverest
The rest of y'all would be
Awesome selling some beverages like
"Cold beer! Cold beer!"
I be like "Oh yeah? Pass me one over here!"
You are smaller than an isotope
In order to see you I'd have to take
A picture of you through a microscope
Then take a picture of that
Picture through a microscope
Then take a picture of that
Picture through a microscope then take a
You get the picture
The picture is the picture of
The picture's picture's picture
The picture will be different if
The picture was your sister
She a fat heifer that never
Fit into the picture
It's automatic automatic E
Automatic E oM I'm goin' in uh