Max: no one know about my bloody nose i got with my toes and stopped it with a hose

Josh: i got a garbage can, in it i stuffed a man, then he bit my hand, so i had to start a band

Max: i gets low like edgar allen poe, i play basketball then i trip and fall, i also likes to eat so listen to my beat

Josh: i got more foot than a foot machine, i use my feet cheese to get lotza green, and ill get u wit my sharp feet cuz i b mean

Max: i b the crazy cat, how u like that? my name isn't matt so on a chair i sat. my rhymes are so madd, they make me not sad, that's hacca bad cuz i know a guy named chad

Josh: check it, if its broke i wrecked it, i aint never let it, i jus shed it

Max: im back like jack with the big mac attack so if iwas playin football i would get a lot of sacks so dont talk smack

Max: coojo coojo josh is a foojo but my name is not lou joe yo

Josh: im back on tha mike, everybody likes me like i like ike, and like tha water my flo's b airtight

Max: once bitten twice shy jus like that 80's guy, i think he jus might die is he doesn't try to make the bread of rye, the football game's a tie, why oh why? i be so phat and i like it like that because i wear a hat that is shaped like a cat

Josh: yo, how big was that flo? i bet it got ya lotza dough, like commercials on tha superbowl, i dont even know, how long can it go? i guess we never know

Max: duck duck goose i b hecca loose jus like a caboose that's strapped on a moose daoats: show me tha mustard, i guess u didnt heard, that tha bird not tha werd, but its now a caddle herd red white and blue jus lke america foo, you dont even know what i can do, me and you boo thats true

Josh: i felt that i had, a really rad fad, but though i thought it wasnt bad, it was crazy mad

Max: even when the skies were grey you would rub me on my back ad say baby itll be ok now thats real to a brotha like me babay, never ever give my stuff away, keep it tight aight? u used to love me, but then u dissed me, what u did to this g, was makin it b, horrible like deplorable, i didnt even know, that love could hurt me that like that yo. all the cows say moo, you didnt know that did you? my butt aint no foo ,and i hope the same fa you, how you dod what you do everytime you do the dew, hitler hates the jew, hitler was a foo, man, that rhyme was coo daoats: we gonna start a rap group, it'll b called white poop, we b cool like vanilla ice, but we aint gonna go down like rice, cuz we b nice, and brothas will keep it real wit our pac

we got mad skillz kid, betcha didn't know we did, uh huh, wanna know what i said? i said yall can't even see ma head cuz im up in the clouds son, i aint done, im jus startin ta have fun, before i goes off like a gun, shootin off rhymes cuz you know i b tight , dont wear glasses cuz i gotz good eyesight

Josh: u need ta back up off me, cuz i b tha same old g, runnin off your mouth like u me, but u caint b cuz u c, i got more to myself than just good health, i got a body like model, aint fat enough to waddle, on your head i break a bottle, cuz i b a biker like phil, though i never popped a pill, cuz my rhymes already ill, u feel?

Max: yoyo i feel, now whats tha deal? you know that our rhymes be ill, nona the otha albino brothas be like tight like us, cuz u know white poop dont hafta ride the bus, we jus go down the street, listen to the beat, smell our own feet, but then we gotzta eat, so we go to the bar, it really far... away but hey u know i gotz ta say that its yer turn to rhyme now josh, dont say no wish wash, and dont eat no squash kid. daoats: yo max, i know how it goes wit tha white poop flo, i albino brotha 2 ya know, and i destroy allin my rhymin way like they aint got no, cuz what they gonna do when white poop come through, foo, me an max we gonna get u, even though we aint mexican we poor, but its ok cuz we gonna make money wit this record at tha store, u know we'll make some more, cuz we just gettin started werkin up from tha ground floor. yo yo.mexican, like jose and paco, i know that yall know, i b makin flos like wherever i goes, cuz i gotz 10 toes and a bloody nose thats so red its goin to my head but u know i aint dead cuz its the albino balck, babay i drives the honies crazy, even all the ladies, i dont except maybe, cuz its madd crazy like sideshow bob i wont make you cry ill make you sob, when i take everything you got, and the boilin pot, and the kitchen sink too, now whatcha thinkin foo?

Josh: now, i empty out yer house, like a pac rat or a mouse, aint u heard my words, i got lotza birdz, but i know thats only cuz they tha word, gettin back like criss cross, i always floss, up in tha air your hands are tossed, cuz i got tha sauce, u got tha ladies on your side, but they convert to mine, cuz on i b on tha josh side, but we both brothas, so we can share em wit each otha, but we still got tha flo, cuz u know how it goes, shovin a cactus up my nose, yo get off my hose or its gonna explode

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Max: when i rock i need all the girls wit me, so i can be tha baby tonite like whitney, houston producin a style that make ya smile, that make ya say oooohhh child

Josh: i likes to get down, though im not brown, i produce a funky sound, kinda like "meow, meow!" so what now, though i rock the mike, i aint gotta fight, its like that alright, so sit down and chill, like u took a pill, because my rhythms make u feel serine, like after u let out urine, im hecca mean

Max: lay the smack down at my hotel, i aint gon' leave the lights on fer u like motel, 6, as i go to the knicks, game, feelin the same as ever, i use the razor carefully so i dont sever, my finger, linger around is what i do, when they tell me to leave i tell em eat my shoe, and i kick em in the face and all over the place, and i aint gonna judge a fool by his race, but his character, now lemme hear yo lyrics sir.

Josh: i floss like you caint even stop, cleanin you like a mop, make you do a belly flop, growin mad crops, so im gettin props, bustin yer chops, blowin up the spot, like its not, none of yer business, im the shiznet, feel it, watch me get live, like im totally jive, other styles i demise, goin for the grand prize, but its already in my hands, cuz i got da bomb band, takin y'all into candy land, cuz im so sweet, and its really neat, so what up with yer beat?

Max: its lyrical combat, and this b the battle field, and im out every day tryin to keep it real, wit the homies in my hood, and i succeed cuz i keeps it all good, and well, i dont got nothin ta sell, but my rhymes, short sometimes, but u know they always refreshin as lemon lime, or sprite, keepin it tight, wit the hip hop nation, facin, the creation, of the hallucination, caused by my flos, thas why none a yall know.

Josh: i got no shoes, aint drink booze, got so many hits i end up with a bruise, invited on a cruise, to brighten everyones day, keepin straight that way, aint never gay, gotta play, with the ladies, givin others rabies, caint phase me, and my lyricals, causin myricals, all over the world thats sphyrical, its terrible, how styles try to compare, with what i got in my hair, but im like a big bear, fubu's what i wear, cuz it aint fair, that i get kicked out the game cuz im white, but i rap right, floin unfathomably, and you wanna be me, but you caint even see me g

Max: i getz high off my flos, nothin else though so, ima make my own solo video, on MTV on TRL, u gotta listen ta what i tell, yall, cuz u knowz i gotz it all, cars, women, a fancy house too, thats why in 10 years my flos will still seem new, to you, now ima kick u wit my shoe, on the count of two, if ya dont get up outta my face, POW, WOW i hit ya wit a lyric goin 50 beat and hour, u made yerself all wet like yer crotch was jus in the shower, wit lyrics so plentiful that i could build a tower.

Josh: mad skills when my vioce box operates, dont playa hate, just contemplate, while my lyrics make yer brain active, songs so atractive, feelin a need for a antilaxitive, cuz im up to my knees in white crap

Max: ima lyrical machine, spillin rhymes so mean that ya wouldnt know im just a white teen, like charlie sheen, ima be a millionaire, partyin all night wit multi billionaires, when people see me on the street, they stop and they stare, fa real though, me and josh got some a tha real dough, used ta make the bread they call tha scrilla, our egos are as big as tha thrilla in manilla, muhammed ali that is, we takin over the place and we new to tha biz

Josh: i got a big brain, findin new ways to mame, the competition rulin the game, fortune and fame, josh not lame, into the game i came, and i run to the bank to cash my check, what the heck, its bouncin, cuz my payroll so high, that on they cash flo i cant rely, like i fly, cuz i can by my own jet, like a concord, of some sort, big hawaii resort, rulin in sports, mad enjoyment, when i get more employment, cuz i rap for my dough, next millenium flo, yo.

Max: i make money, get girls, like ta cruise tha world, josh's hair gotz curls and we both gonna climb to the top eventually, it'll be eternal bliss mentally and physically, but till then we'll jus blow ya mind lyrically, i go first, my name is max money, get all the hunnies, tell jokes that b funny, and thats the way i am, now how that ya heard, now that ya know, that im bout it bout it, but how bout u tho? Do ya rhyme all, are ya lyrics this tight, as high as a kite? flyin in the air, if yer gonna use yer toys than yer gonna have to share, uhh

Josh: u wanna know more about me, im tight you see, floin rightfully, bout it bout with my malet, extreme mighty talent, u know im always clownin, cuz u aint up to par, sellin out near and far, cuz im the flyest super star, gettin honies, mostly cuz my money, but its all good though, i gotta go

Max: guess whos back in the white crap mix? its super dupa max and ima bout slam a twist that'll send u in a daze for days, now josh why doncha toss me those lays, chips of potato, throw away the juice of tomato, cuz my rhymes leapz and boundz jus like kelvin kato, producin a beat, a beat with the heat that'll move ya feet, now sit back in yo seat, i aint done.