Testo Fail - Wax
Testo della canzone Fail (Wax), tratta dall'album Scrublife
I want you to ask them, "Gentlemen
Do I have at least one number right?"
Gentlemen, do I have at least one number right?
Oh! Was that a horn? No number right?
Not one number right? That has never happened before
You know
Yeah, in fact I do know, Bob
Man, these rappers remind me of that kid that
Falls off the log on YouTube into the creek
Check it out, uh
All we do is inhale, exhale
We succeed while y'all motherfuckers fail
It's as easy as breathing for me to combine with the rhythm
E-O-M, I'm thinking that it's time that we hit 'em with the
The price is wrong
We thrice as good and been doing this for twice as long
We 'bout to go skin and bone
We succeed while y'all motherfuckers fail, fail
Ayo, I've been making music ever since I was a mini tyke
Since Bob Barker started rocking skinny mics
Spent many busy nights trying to get it tight
Rappers trying to get advice but the price isn't right
I heard your shit on Facebook, I didn't like
It made me navigate to a different site
Your rhyming is terrible, you ain't spitting right
Your timing's unbearable, man, your rhythm's white
Better take that test and get that GED, sir
You could still be a substitute P.E. teacher
You will never be as capable as me and E were at thirteen
You are hurting
I'm asserting my point using evidence that you provided
I've come to the conclusion that you are too misguided
You're the gangster that everyone can supply well
You are an F to the A to the I-L
All we do is inhale, exhale
We succeed while y'all motherfuckers fail
It's as easy as breathing for me to combine with the rhythm
E-O-M, I'm thinking that it's time that we hit 'em with the
The price is wrong
We thrice as good and been doing this for twice as long
We just got accepted to Yale
We succeed while y'all motherfuckers fail, fail
We took a shit where the Grammy red carpet starts
So all the celebrities left arse skid marks
We did the fucking national anthem at the Super Bowl with armpit farts
Man, we set trends
You ain't shit, follower
As a kid you were a paint chip swallower
How does lead-based fire engine red taste?
You were forced to sniff glue and were fed paste
'Til you were dumb and delirious
Don't let it get you down, you're just young and inexperienced
I've gripped hold of a few more mic stands
I spit cold like a blue Coors Light can
You must've fell from the fail tree and hit every branch
You like a fat girl ordering heavy ranch
On a fried chicken salad with a Diet Coke
When pressure's on, every time you choke, we just
All we do is inhale, exhale
We succeed while y'all motherfuckers fail
It's as easy as breathing for me to combine with the rhythm
E-O-M, I'm thinking that it's time that we hit 'em with the
The price is wrong
We thrice as good and been doing this for twice as long
Just got a million dollar check in the mail
We succeed while y'all motherfuckers fail, fail
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Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Julian Michael Caldwell
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