You Ain't Shit Man Lyrics
| Song | You Ain't Shit Man |
| Artist | Wax |
| Album | Liquid Courage |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Yeah, yeah, yea- yeah, yeah | |
| Homeboys make some noise | |
| Home girls all around the world, ah let me hear you say "ow" | |
| [Girls moan] | |
| Now rub your clitori... | |
| Check it out | |
| [Verse 1:] | |
| Yo | |
| Witness the "American Dream" | |
| Big Wax, EOM, be-ware of the team | |
| We got you motherfuckers nervous like a terrorist scheme | |
| You twitchin', itchin' like a heroin feind, I'm saying | |
| I spit fresh like I just ate a throat lozenge, and it rocks the boat like crosswinds | |
| My rhymes, people quote often | |
| Y'all plastic like them six pack rings that choke dolphins | |
| And I can tell by how you spittin' that you wack | |
| I'm sippin' on a Stellasone gettin' my crew back | |
| And I could give a fuck about your clique or your crew, Jack | |
| We rippin' this new rap, so bitch you should move back | |
| We mixin' a new track like every damn day | |
| Couldn't give a damn what any man say | |
| We don't like y'all any damn way | |
| Put 'em on the barbie another wack emcee flambé, hit it | |
| [Hook:] | |
| I don't know what you're trying to prove, but somebody been lying to you, you ain't shit man | |
| I don't know what you're trying to prove but somebody been lying to you, you suck dick fam | |
| [Verse 2:] | |
| Your girl will tickle the dill pickle until spill trickles in her, giving her son like Phil Mickle | |
| Or a daughter, she be offerin' ass like it's wine on the alter at mass, she's so nun like | |
| Except celibate she sure ain't all day skeet on her face like war paint | |
| Stuck to her like sap from a sycamore | |
| Kick a whore out, then it's back to the liquor store | |
| Pick up more Paps, Blue-Ribbon and sit back, brew | |
| Sippin', bringin' back true | |
| Spittin' is Wax's new mission | |
| For the oh-nine | |
| Got your girl going down like she workin' in a coal mine | |
| My flow shine like a big ass wipe | |
| Here's a pile of my shit take a big ass bite, mmm | |
| It tastes like justice | |
| This line here don't have any substance | |
| [Hook:] | |
| I don't know what you're trying to prove, but somebody been lying to you, you ain't shit man | |
| I don't know what you're trying to prove but somebody been lying to you, you suck dick fam | |
| [Verse 3:] | |
| Damn | |
| You sound shitty fool | |
| I'm neck-and-neck with Michael Phelps, you chillin' in the kiddy pool | |
| Wear water wings | |
| Yo, my underlings | |
| Songs in the key of life like Stevie Wonder sings | |
| Flow greasy like onion rings, we do Paul Bunyan things, we think big y'all | |
| And I hope you dig it | |
| You a piglet in a pig pen, we Big Ben | |
| Always knowin' the time | |
| Me and E combined like Pacifico in the line | |
| So when the sign the flow is divine so when I rhyme for a moment in time I'm not in control of my mind | |
| It's like I'm- | |
| Po-sessed when spit so fresh | |
| Put your GODAMN money up if you want to protest | |
| I'm psycho like Alfred Hitch | |
| Save the cock for your girl and I'm out this bitch, one | |
| [Hook:] | |
| I don't know what you're trying to prove, but somebody been lying to you, you ain't shit man | |
| I don't know what you're trying to prove but somebody been lying to you, you suck dick fam | |
| You fuckin' piss ants | |
| You fuckin' larvae, piglet, baby calf | |
| You fuckin' guppies | |
| You little fawn ass still in the egg ass | |
| Little fuckin' baby, still nursery rhyme singin' FUCKS |
| Yeah, yeah, yea yeah, yeah | |
| Homeboys make some noise | |
| Home girls all around the world, ah let me hear you say " ow" | |
| Girls moan | |
| Now rub your clitori... | |
| Check it out | |
| Verse 1: | |
| Yo | |
| Witness the " American Dream" | |
| Big Wax, EOM, beware of the team | |
| We got you motherfuckers nervous like a terrorist scheme | |
| You twitchin', itchin' like a heroin feind, I' m saying | |
| I spit fresh like I just ate a throat lozenge, and it rocks the boat like crosswinds | |
| My rhymes, people quote often | |
| Y' all plastic like them six pack rings that choke dolphins | |
| And I can tell by how you spittin' that you wack | |
| I' m sippin' on a Stellasone gettin' my crew back | |
| And I could give a fuck about your clique or your crew, Jack | |
| We rippin' this new rap, so bitch you should move back | |
| We mixin' a new track like every damn day | |
| Couldn' t give a damn what any man say | |
| We don' t like y' all any damn way | |
| Put ' em on the barbie another wack emcee flambe, hit it | |
| Hook: | |
| I don' t know what you' re trying to prove, but somebody been lying to you, you ain' t shit man | |
| I don' t know what you' re trying to prove but somebody been lying to you, you suck dick fam | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Your girl will tickle the dill pickle until spill trickles in her, giving her son like Phil Mickle | |
| Or a daughter, she be offerin' ass like it' s wine on the alter at mass, she' s so nun like | |
| Except celibate she sure ain' t all day skeet on her face like war paint | |
| Stuck to her like sap from a sycamore | |
| Kick a whore out, then it' s back to the liquor store | |
| Pick up more Paps, BlueRibbon and sit back, brew | |
| Sippin', bringin' back true | |
| Spittin' is Wax' s new mission | |
| For the ohnine | |
| Got your girl going down like she workin' in a coal mine | |
| My flow shine like a big ass wipe | |
| Here' s a pile of my shit take a big ass bite, mmm | |
| It tastes like justice | |
| This line here don' t have any substance | |
| Hook: | |
| I don' t know what you' re trying to prove, but somebody been lying to you, you ain' t shit man | |
| I don' t know what you' re trying to prove but somebody been lying to you, you suck dick fam | |
| Verse 3: | |
| Damn | |
| You sound shitty fool | |
| I' m neckandneck with Michael Phelps, you chillin' in the kiddy pool | |
| Wear water wings | |
| Yo, my underlings | |
| Songs in the key of life like Stevie Wonder sings | |
| Flow greasy like onion rings, we do Paul Bunyan things, we think big y' all | |
| And I hope you dig it | |
| You a piglet in a pig pen, we Big Ben | |
| Always knowin' the time | |
| Me and E combined like Pacifico in the line | |
| So when the sign the flow is divine so when I rhyme for a moment in time I' m not in control of my mind | |
| It' s like I' m | |
| Posessed when spit so fresh | |
| Put your GODAMN money up if you want to protest | |
| I' m psycho like Alfred Hitch | |
| Save the cock for your girl and I' m out this bitch, one | |
| Hook: | |
| I don' t know what you' re trying to prove, but somebody been lying to you, you ain' t shit man | |
| I don' t know what you' re trying to prove but somebody been lying to you, you suck dick fam | |
| You fuckin' piss ants | |
| You fuckin' larvae, piglet, baby calf | |
| You fuckin' guppies | |
| You little fawn ass still in the egg ass | |
| Little fuckin' baby, still nursery rhyme singin' FUCKS |
| Yeah, yeah, yea yeah, yeah | |
| Homeboys make some noise | |
| Home girls all around the world, ah let me hear you say " ow" | |
| Girls moan | |
| Now rub your clitori... | |
| Check it out | |
| Verse 1: | |
| Yo | |
| Witness the " American Dream" | |
| Big Wax, EOM, beware of the team | |
| We got you motherfuckers nervous like a terrorist scheme | |
| You twitchin', itchin' like a heroin feind, I' m saying | |
| I spit fresh like I just ate a throat lozenge, and it rocks the boat like crosswinds | |
| My rhymes, people quote often | |
| Y' all plastic like them six pack rings that choke dolphins | |
| And I can tell by how you spittin' that you wack | |
| I' m sippin' on a Stellasone gettin' my crew back | |
| And I could give a fuck about your clique or your crew, Jack | |
| We rippin' this new rap, so bitch you should move back | |
| We mixin' a new track like every damn day | |
| Couldn' t give a damn what any man say | |
| We don' t like y' all any damn way | |
| Put ' em on the barbie another wack emcee flambé, hit it | |
| Hook: | |
| I don' t know what you' re trying to prove, but somebody been lying to you, you ain' t shit man | |
| I don' t know what you' re trying to prove but somebody been lying to you, you suck dick fam | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Your girl will tickle the dill pickle until spill trickles in her, giving her son like Phil Mickle | |
| Or a daughter, she be offerin' ass like it' s wine on the alter at mass, she' s so nun like | |
| Except celibate she sure ain' t all day skeet on her face like war paint | |
| Stuck to her like sap from a sycamore | |
| Kick a whore out, then it' s back to the liquor store | |
| Pick up more Paps, BlueRibbon and sit back, brew | |
| Sippin', bringin' back true | |
| Spittin' is Wax' s new mission | |
| For the ohnine | |
| Got your girl going down like she workin' in a coal mine | |
| My flow shine like a big ass wipe | |
| Here' s a pile of my shit take a big ass bite, mmm | |
| It tastes like justice | |
| This line here don' t have any substance | |
| Hook: | |
| I don' t know what you' re trying to prove, but somebody been lying to you, you ain' t shit man | |
| I don' t know what you' re trying to prove but somebody been lying to you, you suck dick fam | |
| Verse 3: | |
| Damn | |
| You sound shitty fool | |
| I' m neckandneck with Michael Phelps, you chillin' in the kiddy pool | |
| Wear water wings | |
| Yo, my underlings | |
| Songs in the key of life like Stevie Wonder sings | |
| Flow greasy like onion rings, we do Paul Bunyan things, we think big y' all | |
| And I hope you dig it | |
| You a piglet in a pig pen, we Big Ben | |
| Always knowin' the time | |
| Me and E combined like Pacifico in the line | |
| So when the sign the flow is divine so when I rhyme for a moment in time I' m not in control of my mind | |
| It' s like I' m | |
| Posessed when spit so fresh | |
| Put your GODAMN money up if you want to protest | |
| I' m psycho like Alfred Hitch | |
| Save the cock for your girl and I' m out this bitch, one | |
| Hook: | |
| I don' t know what you' re trying to prove, but somebody been lying to you, you ain' t shit man | |
| I don' t know what you' re trying to prove but somebody been lying to you, you suck dick fam | |
| You fuckin' piss ants | |
| You fuckin' larvae, piglet, baby calf | |
| You fuckin' guppies | |
| You little fawn ass still in the egg ass | |
| Little fuckin' baby, still nursery rhyme singin' FUCKS |
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