Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wax Goes Bananas, artist - Wax. Date of issue: 15.06.2023
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Wax Goes Bananas |
| If there was a crowd right here right now I would make em say all right |
| And if you know a damn thing about me you know I could do this all night |
| Big Wax I’m the best you know |
| My flow SHIT got CUNTFACE tourettes syndrom |
| I’m straight nutty, sorta like my penis hole when I’m horny |
| If y’all bananas, I’m Chiquita’s whole inventory |
| At 16 I was rappin' great and I’ve stayed hot like Christina Applegate |
| Shit that makes chick teens masturbate |
| Rappers straight looking up to me like I’m Sistine Chapel paint |
| I care less each day |
| About what all you hating internet geeks say |
| Judging by the way that your always thinking of my ass |
| I’ll assume your and gay and you probably wanna fuck my ass |
| My YouTubes like porn to you dudes |
| Probably keep my picture in your drawer with some lube tubes |
| And while you think about my dick and balls |
| I’ll be at your girls house rippin' off her frickin' drawers |
| I got her face down hog tied |
| Pussy so wet you think it just got off the log ride |
| And when I do my thing she be screamin' «you the king» |
| Inside her so much she nicknamed me Nuva Ring |
| She moans and she moans |
| When I twist around her nipples like rotary phones |
| There are so many Joneses but only one Wax |
| And its no need to clone cause God’s already done that |
| The lord must me a silly guy |
| Cause my brothers a fuckin' beast and he don’t even really try |
| I know it seems like a circus act |
| But name a set of twins that rap better than me and Herbal rap |
| Damn it mom! |
| We should have been a boy band |
| Raw spitting at the audition up at Disneyland |
| Is Mickey Mouse in the frickin' house Anaheim? |
| Shout outs to my peeps in the chocolate-covered banana line |
| I say stupid shit, whatever |
| Ain’t nobody that can do this shit better |
| Line up all the rappers in the game that you say are hot |
| And for each one of em hand me one Jager shot |
| And watch me down em all, then clown em ell |
| They try to follow my lryics like they that bouncin' ball |
| This ain’t karaoke night |
| Fly with me and Herbs its a very smoky flight |
| That purple berry kush got me feelin' like Elvis, thank you very much |
| Man, my teams all got medical cards |
| So if you fuck with us it best be on a federal charge |
| Obama, don’t wanna get no drama |
| Its californ-ia brah we all blow ganja |
| The highest Hosanna, I’m the hottest know son, I’m |
| Fuckin yo momma, them I’m out like the road runna |
| My shit tough like a brillo pad |
| I stand tall y’all got the same shit that willow had |
| Y’all motherfuckers fit inside a shoe box |
| Me and EOM Paul Bunyan and his blue ox |
| You’re an all around little girl, we NBA, y’all are small town intramural |
| We get compared to Guru and Premiere |
| You get compared to Sulu, you queer |
| My shit is random, my shit is damn dumb |
| Big on YouTube like Tantrum vs my man Dumb |
| I gets foul like and one |
| Have the fuckin' priest at your church like God Damn Son! |
| I’m fresh like croissant restaurant |
| And you’re a big dummy like Lamont, what you want? |
| Y’all ain’t fuckin' with the ill tones |
| Steppin' in the ring before you got your skills honed |
| Lil clone, you must be crazy player |
| If your lucky you’ll get saved by the bell like A.C. Slater |
| Cause even on a cold day in hell |
| For you to beat me there is no way in hell |
| No fucking way, you are so fucking gay |
| You should go fucking play a game of cro fucking quet |
| And I’m out |