"AEIOU" lyrics
Wax & DJ Hoppa Lyrics
'Ey, the tank's on E, and I owe you money
So why don't we stop and fill 'er up?
(Fill 'er up, fill 'er up, fill 'er up)
'Ey, the tank's on E, and I owe you money
So why don't we stop and fill 'er up? (yeah, uh)
(Fill 'er up, fill 'er up, fill 'er up)
I'm tellin' all you devils in my way to yield
If you had an excavator at a stadium, you still couldn't level the playing field
It's a gunfight, you made a shield
And the type of cardboard sword that comic con cosplayers wield, uh
You don't stand a fighting chance
I'm Tyson in his prime with left and right writing hands
Rappers seek advice, I keep it secret like the life of plants
I like to handsomely charge for those types of rants
What I write is advanced
A lot of listeners report that their life's been enhanced
It's like a psychedelic trance or the Eiffel in France
With the added benefit of making your wife wanna dance, ayo
You might wanna keep your guard up
Game that I'm giving, Thanksgiving turkey carved up
Food for thought, them dudes you brought gon' starve us
Before I step in the ring, I might card ya
Then bombard ya, veteran to a larva
Rappin' so long, I had groupies named Barbara
Streisand, Walters
Could've been brides at the altars, yo
Ladies wake up in the morning, leg up Wax, I dreamt
Rappers worship me, my status should be tax-exempt, ayo
Uh, my style of rap is unkempt
For me to show you how to do this, you haphazardly tempt
A can of whoop ass, open the packaging
People hear me rap, and they hope that I rap again
New song's dope when I'm tracking 'em
In the studio, I feel at home like the pope at the Vatican
The flow is immaculate
Fans in the stands are like, "Bro, is this happenin'?"
Old folks having strokes in the back and shit
Ladies in the front all soaked in their vagina
I'm steadfast, I could be in dead last
End up in a photo finish with my head past yours
My pastures greenness surpasses yours
That's why jealousy is such a passion of yours, ayo
Allegory of a derby horse
Burly with the verbiage, words surly and coarse
Your subservient spouse likes to serve me in courses
If you take her to my show, you'll surely divorce
You got cavities on your lip and herpes on your tooth
I'm in your studio, I'm doing burpees on the roof
Slide down the chimney and usurp you from the booth
Your engineer's like, "Is that Wax? I heard that he's the truth"
Word on the street, he absurd with the heat
And a nerd with the deep type of terms that he speak
If you were to compete with him, certainly keep it a permanent secret
In other words, keep it discreet (shh)
Don't tell nobody
I've been known to punch faces and elbow bodies
Your girl tickle my body like it was Elmo's body
My flow heavenly, but I'll end up in Hell though probably
Maybe I'll go in between
Or go back and forth like a rowing machine
Speaking of machines, I'm like a sewing machine (How so?)
I'm as good as I seem, know what I mean? (oh)
'Ey, the tank's on E, and I owe you money
So why don't we stop and fill 'er up?
(Fill 'er up, fill 'er up, fill 'er up)
'Ey, the tank's on E, and I owe you money
So why don't we stop and fill 'er up?
(Fill 'er up, fill 'er up, fill 'er up)
So why don't we stop and fill 'er up?
(Fill 'er up, fill 'er up, fill 'er up)
'Ey, the tank's on E, and I owe you money
So why don't we stop and fill 'er up? (yeah, uh)
(Fill 'er up, fill 'er up, fill 'er up)
I'm tellin' all you devils in my way to yield
If you had an excavator at a stadium, you still couldn't level the playing field
It's a gunfight, you made a shield
And the type of cardboard sword that comic con cosplayers wield, uh
You don't stand a fighting chance
I'm Tyson in his prime with left and right writing hands
Rappers seek advice, I keep it secret like the life of plants
I like to handsomely charge for those types of rants
What I write is advanced
A lot of listeners report that their life's been enhanced
It's like a psychedelic trance or the Eiffel in France
With the added benefit of making your wife wanna dance, ayo
You might wanna keep your guard up
Game that I'm giving, Thanksgiving turkey carved up
Food for thought, them dudes you brought gon' starve us
Before I step in the ring, I might card ya
Then bombard ya, veteran to a larva
Rappin' so long, I had groupies named Barbara
Streisand, Walters
Could've been brides at the altars, yo
Ladies wake up in the morning, leg up Wax, I dreamt
Rappers worship me, my status should be tax-exempt, ayo
Uh, my style of rap is unkempt
For me to show you how to do this, you haphazardly tempt
A can of whoop ass, open the packaging
People hear me rap, and they hope that I rap again
New song's dope when I'm tracking 'em
In the studio, I feel at home like the pope at the Vatican
The flow is immaculate
Fans in the stands are like, "Bro, is this happenin'?"
Old folks having strokes in the back and shit
Ladies in the front all soaked in their vagina
I'm steadfast, I could be in dead last
End up in a photo finish with my head past yours
My pastures greenness surpasses yours
That's why jealousy is such a passion of yours, ayo
Allegory of a derby horse
Burly with the verbiage, words surly and coarse
Your subservient spouse likes to serve me in courses
If you take her to my show, you'll surely divorce
You got cavities on your lip and herpes on your tooth
I'm in your studio, I'm doing burpees on the roof
Slide down the chimney and usurp you from the booth
Your engineer's like, "Is that Wax? I heard that he's the truth"
Word on the street, he absurd with the heat
And a nerd with the deep type of terms that he speak
If you were to compete with him, certainly keep it a permanent secret
In other words, keep it discreet (shh)
Don't tell nobody
I've been known to punch faces and elbow bodies
Your girl tickle my body like it was Elmo's body
My flow heavenly, but I'll end up in Hell though probably
Maybe I'll go in between
Or go back and forth like a rowing machine
Speaking of machines, I'm like a sewing machine (How so?)
I'm as good as I seem, know what I mean? (oh)
'Ey, the tank's on E, and I owe you money
So why don't we stop and fill 'er up?
(Fill 'er up, fill 'er up, fill 'er up)
'Ey, the tank's on E, and I owe you money
So why don't we stop and fill 'er up?
(Fill 'er up, fill 'er up, fill 'er up)
