"Then they all began to yell [I'm the grandest..]. They had a terrible fight and the sun was so hot the 4 tigers melted away to bu*ter." [Boxguts] My words play with labia on the daily Wet up your muffin baby, I'm faded blazing, hazy Spraying paintings from a mangy beak Got like 80 teeth Slang bang, aim that thing at your feet Make 'em dance with wolves and snakes while I throw fangs on this beat Craving to eat as many tracks as I can stuff my guts with Til they come flaming from out my stomach's dungeonous oven baking heat Burnt to a crisp you get facing me J23, legion of ace alien beasts Plus BoxReb and MC Dropping heavy, spilling these mockeries and chopping up brains Rockin terrains, peeling fillets until we cease Peep, the flow mode's so cruise Hop on the hoe with those old bonobo moves Throw more smooth, Bo knows who? U2 rude trying to get in that Bono groove Looking at you poons through a telescope on the moon [Haac Won] Hot box ?? boss preposterous Rock harder than MetalHead Colossus X-Men watch your lady friend get her gas wet Ass bent by awe Kelly Maskmen, eiffel tower sand b**h Black on the lettuce but her face could catch the mayo Loads on standby but police spot a spray coat Box rebel nasty, beasting on the treble Sop these little dandies, brain they ?? like pedals [Boxguts] - Yo Haac you think you cla**y? [Haac Won] - Nah a box of trash heeps