Guess Who (feat. Dumbfoundead)

Wax

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All the fellas go ape shit, when I spit the boiling heat 
Plus I put it down for the ladies like a toilet seat 
I destroy the beat, the one that E created 
Then we do a high five and get inebriated 
Big Wax and DFD, that's my name abbreviated 
These are rated R bars, all of y'alls are PG rated 
Elevated high like someone sprinkled us with pixie dust 
Catch us at a college town, sipping on a dixie cup 
Sick as fuck and unpredictable is how my vocal flow is 
Inspired by crazy trains of thought, I got locomotives 
I know you noticed that I flow the coldest 
When me and DFD team we easily steamroll opponents 
The soul of Otis and the heart of John Lennon 
Just a couple playboys with a flock of blonde women 
The South Korean James Dean, the Cuban Dean Martin 
Any human being starting shit is soon to be a target 
This ain't Batman and Robin 
It ain't Dolce and Gabanna 
This ain't Biden and Obama 
You should go and ask your momma for a clue 
Guess who 
This ain't Sherlock and Watson 
OJ and Johnnie Cochran 
Malone and John Stockton 
Holla if you got a problem with it too 
Guess who 
My verses all start proper 
Turn the hipster rapper to a Wal-Mart shopper 
You ain't fresh, you're from concentrate 
And the thought of quitting rapping is one that you need to contemplate 
We rock the place and leave the ceiling collapsing 
Any party that we throw you know it's finna be cracking 
All you rappers biting styles and identity jacking 
There's like ten of mes and ten of these Waxes 
I leave enemies mentally trapped in states of fear and self-loathing 
Feeling so small they could probably fit in elf clothing 
As for me, I'm a gigantic man 
That'll rock it til the death like the Titanic band 
Wearing bright hammer pants you couldn't touch this kind of ruckus 
We're the type of mother fuckers throwing punches at your function 
Chewing up these rappers like some double mint gum 
Spending hundreds at a strip club using government fundsWith whack mother fuckers I just don't associate 
I ain't mad at 'em I just hope they don't procreate 
They gets no love, only hate 
Then like a kobe steak, they get slowly ate 
Check the trophy case, you can tell we never lose 
Our videos get box office numbers, you get several views 
Ebenezer Scrooge money, racking up the revenue 
All we got is headbangers, like them heavy metal dudes 
You need to tell whoever's revving you up they need to pump the brakes 
You couldn't spit my ad libs in five hundred takes 
Don't beat yourself up, we all make dumb mistakes 
You just make more than anybody else fucking makes 
The guys that you love to hate, puffing dank, purple drink 
Type to party hard the night before another working day 
The dynamic duo, better act like you know 
Two mother fuckers ranked numero uno

Guess Who (feat. Dumbfoundead) - Wax Lyrics

All the fellas go ape shit, when I spit the boiling heat
Plus I put it down for the ladies like a toilet seat
I destroy the beat, the one that E created
Then we do a high five and get inebriated
Big Wax and DFD, that's my name abbreviated
These are rated R bars, all of y'alls are PG rated
Elevated high like someone sprinkled us with pixie dust
Catch us at a college town, sipping on a dixie cup
Sick as fuck and unpredictable is how my vocal flow is
Inspired by crazy trains of thought, I got locomotives
I know you noticed that I flow the coldest
When me and DFD team we easily steamroll opponents
The soul of Otis and the heart of John Lennon
Just a couple playboys with a flock of blonde women
The South Korean James Dean, the Cuban Dean Martin
Any human being starting shit is soon to be a target
This ain't Batman and Robin
It ain't Dolce and Gabanna
This ain't Biden and Obama
You should go and ask your momma for a clue
Guess who
This ain't Sherlock and Watson
OJ and Johnnie Cochran
Malone and John Stockton
Holla if you got a problem with it too
Guess who
My verses all start proper
Turn the hipster rapper to a Wal-Mart shopper
You ain't fresh, you're from concentrate
And the thought of quitting rapping is one that you need to contemplate
We rock the place and leave the ceiling collapsing
Any party that we throw you know it's finna be cracking
All you rappers biting styles and identity jacking
There's like ten of mes and ten of these Waxes
I leave enemies mentally trapped in states of fear and self-loathing
Feeling so small they could probably fit in elf clothing
As for me, I'm a gigantic man
That'll rock it til the death like the Titanic band
Wearing bright hammer pants you couldn't touch this kind of ruckus
We're the type of mother fuckers throwing punches at your function
Chewing up these rappers like some double mint gum
Spending hundreds at a strip club using government fundsWith whack mother fuckers I just don't associate
I ain't mad at 'em I just hope they don't procreate
They gets no love, only hate
Then like a kobe steak, they get slowly ate
Check the trophy case, you can tell we never lose
Our videos get box office numbers, you get several views
Ebenezer Scrooge money, racking up the revenue
All we got is headbangers, like them heavy metal dudes
You need to tell whoever's revving you up they need to pump the brakes
You couldn't spit my ad libs in five hundred takes
Don't beat yourself up, we all make dumb mistakes
You just make more than anybody else fucking makes
The guys that you love to hate, puffing dank, purple drink
Type to party hard the night before another working day
The dynamic duo, better act like you know
Two mother fuckers ranked numero uno

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