"Then they all began to yell [I'm the grandest..]. They had a terrible fight and the sun was so hot the 4 tigers melted away to butter."

[Boxguts]

My words play with labia on the daily
Wet up your muffin baby, I'm faded blazing, hazy
Spraying paintings from a mangy beak
Got like 80 teeth
Slang bang, aim that thing at your feet
Make 'em dance with wolves and snakes while I throw fangs on this beat
Craving to eat as many tracks as I can stuff my guts with
Til they come flaming from out my stomach's dungeonous oven baking heat
Burnt to a crisp you get facing me
J23, legion of ace alien beasts
Plus BoxReb and MC
Dropping heavy, spilling these mockeries and chopping up brains
Rockin terrains, peeling fillets until we cease
Peep, the flow mode's so cruise
Hop on the hoe with those old bonobo moves
Throw more smooth, Bo knows who?
U2 rude trying to get in that Bono groove
Looking at you poons through a telescope on the moon

[Haac Won]

Hot box ?? boss preposterous
Rock harder than MetalHead Colossus
X-Men watch your lady friend get her gas wet
Ass bent by awe
Kelly Maskmen, eiffel tower sand bitch
Black on the lettuce but her face could catch the mayo
Loads on standby but police spot a spray coat
Box rebel nasty, beasting on the treble
Sop these little dandies, brain they ?? like pedals
[Boxguts] - Yo Haac you think you classy?
[Haac Won] - Nah a box of trash heeps