Wax Spits Verse For Vibe Contest

Yo
I wrote this verse while sitting on the toilet
Thinking that soon as I finish shitting I'll record it
The beat started giving me orders
Like write a verse to me, you don't even need a chorus
So
I started writing, brain cells start igniting
Charter flighting over the track and I'm whack talking titan
Me and herbs, we the hungriest crew
And we got way more need of this money than you
I'm a broke mu' fucka, I don't own nothing fancy
Land lords taking me in is quite chancy
Credit card companies won't cash advance me
Cause they know I push it to the limit like a banshee
Maxed out, that's what Wax is 'bout
We back in ya house
Smack your mouth and black out
In the back of a stolen Kia
Roll the tree up
And watch out for the Policia
WOOP WOOP
A broke ass riding dirty
With' a stash in the glove, street value of a dollar thirty
So I ain't got a fucking dime to lose
And I was spitting before there was even tying my shoes
Bitch
Give me tracks and I won't stop making hits
Big Wax, I'm good on anything, call me bacon bits
Gimme medicine quick
I'm way better than sick
Ya'll ain't fucking with this veteran clique
I can't help it
I'm just so great at this
Vibe magazine contest, I dominated this
I'm the one spit game on some matrix ish
Whip your ass like a leather-clad dominatrix bitch
Wow
You should throw in the towel
I can already feel the ten thou' in my bank account now
Splish splash and a wipe of the crack
Every time your boy Wax touch the mic, it's a wrap
Fuckuuuuu