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wax and herbal t - blue spinach lyrics

[intro: wax]
check, check
this sh-t on? this sh-t on?
oh, it is?
this one’s for the haters and the duplicators
and the b-tch -ss imitators
what?

[chorus: wax, wax and herbal t]
a yeah, yeah, yeah, hey, hey, hey, hey
it sounds so sweet to me
y’all ain’t never heard a hit like this
’cause the radio ain’t f-ckin’ with no sh-t like this
so we just
we keep it on the down low secretly

[interlude: wax]
uh
lemme do some stretches real quick
i gotta get loose on this
feel this
f-ck witcha boy

[verse 1: wax]
this is the return of the powerhouse trunk funk terrorist
big w bringin’ trouble through the [?]
back to the breaks with a dap for the derelicts
real nice, leavin’ all the scr-ps for the field mice
my last album went quadruple [?]
if i hit wood this time, the whole squad’ll get hyper
the god of the cypher is back
ready to attack any wack new jack
quack, quack
ducks should approach with caution
’cause poultry gets roasted often
people like, “hey, is that your boy yo?”
lookin’ like rotisserie pollo (what?)
you step up and you’re gettin’ destroyed yo
fe-fi-fo motherf-ckin’ fick
i smell the blood of a mark -ss trick (blyat)
it’s big wax, herbal t, the eugenic’s the clique
and we still on that funky sh-t
eat a d-ck, b-tches

[pre-chorus: wax, herbal t, and the eugenic]
it’s big wax, can’t none of y’all f-ck with me
it’s herbal t, can’t none of y’all f-ck with me
it’s the eugenic, can’t none of y’all f-ck with me

[interlude: herbal t]
yeah
i thought we already talked about this
i thought this was the subject of a previous discussion
apparently not, b-tches

[verse 2: herbal t]
fiesta, fiesta
ducks sleep like a siesta
it’s the
dude ya heard went away for a while, you can
give me an inch but i’m takin’ a mile
i got a stockpile of rhymes so i can rock awhile
while you mock the style
straight bitin’ like a crocodile on a sherpa izod
with my track up on your ipod
oh my god, i keep it steady like a tripod (what?)
it’s christopher up on the track with my twin michael
smackin’ down the washed up radio spin cycle
bringin’ it better than it’s ever been brought
must be genetic ’cause it’s never been taught
at the live shows, the whole crowd remain standin’
takin’ their hands and puttin’ ’em up like seat backs and tray tables ‘fore a plane landin’
so in your cabin feel free to move about
’cause we took the rule book to the game and f-ckin’ threw it out

[verse 3: the eugenic]
the way i maneuver the beat
is crazy like grandma pushin’ the hoover in the street
i don’t play around but my cd’s do repeat
[?] got you b-tches movin’ your feet
who with the e, who is he, who do we be?
the dude with the sickest flow if you already didn’t know
watch out if you keep provokin’ me
i’m back live on the scene like i’m [?]
you don’t wanna f-ck with the eugenic
f-ckin’ up your [?], you know i got the blue spinach
that true sh-t that you smellin’ from the sala
all my sh-t is featured on the cover of hot stars
my rhymes, you do not got ’em, you wish dude
i eat emcees before they hit rock bottom like fish food
served crazy but it’s easy to understand
how i’m causin’ mad chatter like mad hatters in wonderland

[outro: wax and herbal t]
yo, it’s like a christmas present to the biters
it’s like happy easter, b-tches
to y’all, from us
put a bow on it
love, herbs and wax
and the eugenic
sincerely yours
marks

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