Wazowski Lyrics

You just can't resist it but

Mr. Pun gun' dish ya

A young tongue twister

Yeah this the one

It's Stanza, here we go

Ahh

Wowee!

Astounding amount of powerful lyrics

I deliver profoundly

No boundaries for me

Still I flick a critic for six if this cricket

Then you're getting LB'd

You're shocking with tall poppies

You're still children

Go on, giggle about me

And you can try what you like

But I'm not like you

High IQ

One eyed for the mic

Wazowski!

Still I'm seeing the

Snakes all around my face

I'm not Celia!

Can't Sully me with ya

Simplisticism

I twist the rhythm

Into what it should've been

I don't mean to be mean to ya

But I don't have no median mode

Statistically

Spit for me

You can't even pass the class with it on

Medium mode, pretty shit to see

Nah no sleeping at home

Bro I got a studio-dream-zone

And it's fit for me

I got a big booty hoe

With a deep throat

But even she know

It don't fit for me

Check your dictionary

Or possibly get on thesaurus

What's a synonym for Brontosaurus?

I'm massive, enormous

Need a Diplodocus to throat this

Or a Brachiosaurus

Jurassic when she claw at it

Got a lotta passion

Velociraptor with the paw pattern

And I heard you been harping on

Lotsa chicks

But only get it with the older birds

Archaeopteryx

You're lacking, uhh

It's crazy bro

How I change my flow

You're so basic so

Be advised that my acid might just

Inflame your throat

So take it slow, uh

And away we go

No physicist but picture this

I'm gassed up

Cause I'm solid when I state the flow

Ahh

Yeah keep it short and sweet

Yo, that was Stanza

Stands a respectable 180 centimetres

Weighing in at 420

Yeah I'm sober, all the time

Not a physicist bro

I'm a fucking Syllabologist

This syllable Science, what the fuck

Every day bro, one take

Where's the fucking bong?