Zoog Cypher Wax

[Verse 1]
My construction worker homie bumps this in his shitty car
On the way to spend his paycheck at the titty bar
I ain't there yet but I've come pretty far
Shout out to my homie Dumb, this is pandemonium
I command a podium with presidential stature
Capture the audience then get a medal after
Get my dick sucked by Lewinsky-looking interns
Hotter women give the T friction 'til my skin burns
They don't think they need to do it right
Due to heightened senses of entitlement through they life
Like rappers who step to the mic
Who said you was tight?
I'd recommended that you would've gone and flew a kite
My flow's not really very human-like
It's more the something-you-would-see-when-you-was-shroomin' type
A colorful array
When they ask how I did it this is what I'm gon' say

[Chorus]
It's automatic
Automatic E
Automatic E
OM, I'm goin' in, yo

[Verse 2]
As far as rappers that be really spittin' proper flows
There's not many in the game like soccer goals
My music touch souls like Dr. Scholls
E-ZPass, y'all, real fast while you stop for tolls
The Oscar goes to you real life impostor trolls
Whether for your positive personas or your mobster roles
Yeah, that shit sounds very fake
Tryna be something it ain't like Salisbury Steak
If you gave 'em truth serum they'd be like
"Wax, I don't wanna be in the booth near him"
That'd be kinda like stepping right into the fire
Wrong place wrong time like a typo on a flier
You are easily exposed like Mardi Gras titties
You little and you plastic like Barbie doll titties
I tell women in the crowd "show me all of y'all's titties"
And they bouncin'
Me and EOM is in the house and