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Now let me take a moment to introduce these niggas
They be the coolest motherfuckers that I ever do figure
Will ever hold a mic and spit some funky-ass noise
Yes, I’d like you to meet Dem Waffle Houze Boiz
The first of these boys that I’d like to show you
Has the undeniable capability to blow you
Away with his powerful, masterful rhymes and flows
Givin’ the mic to Short Order, he’ll show you how it goes

Short Order here, you might not ever heard of me
But as soon as I’m done, I can guarantee that you’ll be spreadin’ word of me
Cause I got a flow smooth as a whole fuckin’ bucket of slow-churned vanilla
Come and watch me squash the other MCs down thinner than a quesadilla
Godzilla! Godzilla! Yeah, everybody get scared
Drop a couple of deuces, let out some juices, fill up your underwear
I can smell you from here, man, take a couple steps back
Or your mind might be blown, Short Order on track

Dem Waffle Houze Boiz (gonna make you sweat)
Yeah you know that they (gonna make you groove)
Once again, them boys (gonna make you sweat)
And then subsequently (gonna make you groove)

The next motherfucker that makes up this fly group
Is as good as the greats, yeah I’m talkin’ Biggie, Dre and Snoop
Don’t mess with him or justice will be dealt
Not afraid to cap your ass, on the mic is Patty Melt

Patty Melt here, gonna make y’all other rappers cower
Drop some dope rhymes, and find some girls to deflower
I’ve been around the block once or twice before
I’m sure I’m gonna go around a couple times more
My mouth was made for munchin’ on mons
Like a lawnmower was for munchin’ on lawns
I’m more well-known than Janet Jackson’s nipple
Patty Melt, y’all, better than all the rest, it’s simple

Dem Waffle Houze Boiz (gonna make you sweat)
Yeah you know that they (gonna make you groove)
Once again, them boys (gonna make you sweat)
And then subsequently (gonna make you groove)

And last but not least, it’s me, I’m DJ Chode
Here to rock and shake the foundations of your humble abode
All the ladies wanna hit this, and you guys do too
Cause you know the girls want me more than they want you
But please don’t get competitive; step back, stay calm
You go home with your girl, and I’ll go home with your mom
I wasn’t serious about your mom, please don’t be offended
I was just screwin’ around; yeah, pun intended
Now that you know us, surely you are impressed
And if you say that you’re not, then I don’t doubt that you jest
We’re here to make you sweat, here to make you groove
With flows like a fine wine that go down smooth
When you get us all together, we’re like rap gods
Yeah, we make one hell of a ménage à trois
We Dem Waffle Houze Boiz, and we hold the mic steady
And we’re ’bout to bake a cake, so you’d better get ready


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