Spose - Gee Willikers

Welcome back to sunny Wells, Maine

Well guess who's back off the couch
Got the panties in a drought
Duct tape in Casey Anthony's mouth
It's Mr "No-You're-Not Dude
" back with some hot new raps
For these kindergartners to smoke pot to
This shit's changed since I
Came into the cypher
Because everyone was agro
Now they're all nicer pants used to sag low
Now they're all tighter
And the black dudes who rhyme
Are named Wayne and Tyler
Huh, we must've smoked something funky
Somewhere back there and we
All got the munchies
Ate Hershey's Cookies and Cream
And got clumsy
‘Cause there's white wrappers everywhere
And nobody's hungry
You used to have to pay dues, they pay dudes
To get YouTube views while they play Beirut
Enabling fake crews to take spots
I heard Sam Adams and it
Made me miss Aesop Rock
Yeah the one-hit wonder guy who raps is back
To make your thunder thighs jiggle
If your ass is fat with some fact packed
Anglo-Saxon backpacked tracks
My dishwasher's got racks on racks

I got 'em like, "Gee willikers
" fuck that shit
I bet he doesn't know any black kids
I got 'em like, "Gee golly
" man what a shit show
I knew I hated Spose from the get-go
Gee willikers, I know I can't lose
Making rap songs that these
Strippers can't dance to
Gee golly, I'm the same old cat
I, I, I, I keep it bimpin'

What's up? I'm Spose if you didn't know
The representative of people who
Got little dough
And I never spit a rhyme trying to get a ho
I'm not trying to put the
"big L" in Deuce Bigalow
Nor am I trying to be the hardest dude
Or act like, "It's all good, bro
" no barbecues
A grimy, major label signed me
To a situation hairy as vaginas in the 90s
Find me back in Maine cacklin'
Still got weed like "we
Would" as a contraction
I still sip ship yards pigs lingerin'
Spit bars back woods in my fingerprints
Some couplets I come up with seem funny
Other pairs are hair raising
Like I breed bunnies
I'm still ungroomed, I'm back in the flesh
I spit it raw, unbridled like a bachelorette
Check it I know that the folks don't listen
Dissing - though other bros
Don't spit efficient
Broke - had the soap, did dishes in kitchens
Hooks and a lure like this is fishing
I'm banking on taking the bacon and
Making a run for the gold
I been mistakenly taken for humorous
They been been assuming I'm making a joke
Like

Gee willikers, fuck that shit
I bet he doesn't know any black kids
I got 'em like, "Gee golly
" man what a shit show
I knew I hated Spose from the get-go
Gee willikers, I know I can't lose
Making rap songs that these
Strippers can't dance to
Gee golly, I'm the same old cat
I, I, I, I keep it bimpin'

Chord change! You're now rocking with the
Town folks spokesman
Who girls think is too short
But I'm not from Oakland
And it's been years since I deposited tokens
But I've been in the game getting bread
You're just loafin'
This is the voice of the villagers
Not sitting back, scared to act, whispering
"Gee willikers" nah, this is an uprising
Dudes are just rhyming
I've fantasized 'bout this when
I was just Ryan come kick it with the
Aged-liquor sipper, slipper, rocker
Picked the pocket of a major label
Knickerbocker
Sagging, keep my circle tighter
Than some leather pants
Whole state behind me like a weather man
Damn

Gee willikers, fuck that shit
I bet he doesn't know any black kids
I got 'em like, "Gee golly
" this kid's a shit show
I knew I hated Spose from the get-go
Gee willikers, I know I can't lose
Making rap songs that these
Strippers can't dance to
Gee golly, I'm the same old cat
I, I, I, I keep it
I got 'em like, "Gee willikers
" I know I can't lose
Making rap songs that these
Strippers can't dance to
Gee golly, I'm the same old cat
I, I, I, I keep it bimpin'

Written by:
RYAN PETERS

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