Tallest Champs ft. Wry Fawkes & Mr. Mellow Lyrics

Sorta' like Missy make you lose control

Yeah I like change but I ain't slidin' up poles

Big slabs of tight fat, I go Slavic like a slurred rabbit

Hand to the pimp out like, you can't have it

Down the hatch like Alberta White Lightning

I could down eight rounds and feel no concern

Like Howard Stern, most of the genre needs to be baptized

I'm one to burn fools but don't like to be chastised

Parachute to the ring for the last standoff

Title handoff, like Julius Long, beefin' Stroganoff

For the fuck of it, raised antees unmatched

My vision unlatched, get your fuckin gobsmacked

And Cob cracked, switch body work for below belts

Back pedaled and now you bandaging welts

Sip up and pour some for the Qi you lost

This journeyman lifts the fuckin opportunity costs

My brain's on life support by three plugs

Let me clarify, won't falsify like spies out in Shanghai

One round two round three to the four

I dance around fools, to reiterate the norm

Like special ed

Songs get you hooked on phonics

Salad tossed, to pass their home economics

like dur, what does a blender do

Shut up, close the freezer and pass the ice cubes

Toss my weight around like a Monday TGIF

Ain't Lights Out til my Stone Hands get you stone deaf

Still got Pep in my step, wheelies on my Mongoose

Torn your rep up while you Trippin' like wrong shoes

Sidesplittin your clown schtick, mad saccadic

Squirrelly and I'm thoroughly bred to stack a kick

Ensnare you, thorns below that get you cockeyed

Should have off seasoned stead of trips to Telluride

You're entering high speed devastation no off ramp

This savage duo, the tallest of champs, the tallest of champs