Fuck It - Spose

Uh oh oh hey I didn’t see you there

Welcome to sunny Wells, Maine

Pass me the blunt

(yeah I got a boner, bitch)

Back when I was sipping Sunny D

Watching «Harry and the Hendersons»

Oshkosh jeans, and the Dimetapp medicine

Life was good and oh so simple

No girls, no weed, no police, no pimples

And now it’s Red Stripe 'til I can’t stand up

I don’t bluff, I’m in Maine like horse dandruff

I could burn my mouth and still not suck

With the bank account negative a million bucks

And even when I’m drunk I spit resilient stuff

And I date a Kennebunker who gives brilliant fucks

Similarly early life made me as such

Heyo what?

I’ve been bonkers since Tonka trucks

Is he Spizzy?

is he nuts?

The locals are unsure

No fur, just ash stains on the sweatshirt

Who besides Spose had a flow so pure

Before the Red Sox reversed that curse in '04, baby

Fuck it

If you’re with me or you just got meds for your STDs say

Fuck it

One life to live and one million more nose rips to give say

Fuck it

If you ain’t got paid or you ain’t got laid in one hundred days say

Fuck it

Spizzy Spose, you’re damn right, I keep it bimpin'

White dude, Nikes

Suburban living where the blunts half-pipes be

Quite abundant, night life unlively

Glove compartment got Febreze and Visine

VCR-TV combo not widescreen

And Mike V hustles trees unidly

12 year olds fake IDs

Rich dads keep their yards tidy

Shall I proceed?

(mmhmm) alrighty

We got wealth disproportionate

Teen suicide, no need for Kevorkian

Dope people mixed with should’ve-been-abortioned kids

Wells, Maine from the casket to the orphanage

And back again, I’m from the place where the wives scream

Redneck fists aren’t soft like Ice Cream

Police lights shine bright white

Every night like Jesus Christ light beams

And the radio sucks, so turn up the Outkast

Fuck it

If you’re with me or you just got meds for your STDs say

Fuck it

One life to live and one million more nose rips to give say

Fuck it

If you ain’t got paid or you ain’t got laid in one hundred days say

Fuck it

Spizzy Spose, you’re damn right, I keep it bimpin'

I’ve been dope with these rants

Since everybody rocked JNCO pants

Justin, JC, and Lance used to blare

At every Junior High Dance

While my mom was in the basement watering plants

With the xenon lights, rural life ain’t polite

Welcome to the jungle, stash the weed by the grundle

My buddy mumbles that the cop probably knows his uncle

Get it dropped like a fumble

I said, «that shit’s bimpin'»

5'8″ eyes dilate when I’m baked

Guidos in tuxedos buy steaks at high rates

For Christ sake, American parents are irate

Cause they’ve all seen their daughters gyrate on Myspace

I’m on the couch, passed out, being an ass clown

But they say that Spose kid is dope with his mouth

In fact the illest illestest since social studies syllabus

Before Islamic militants were killing us

Fuck it

If you’re with me or you just got meds for your STDs say

Fuck it

One life to live and one million more nose rips to give say

Fuck it

If you ain’t got paid or you ain’t got laid in one hundred days say

Fuck it

Spizzy Spose, you’re damn right, I keep it bimpin'

Can’t afford a hat, I wear a bucket

Kicked out my mom’s house, fuck it

On the mic I used to be sucking, reluctant

But not no more

Fucked a lot of girls, but not no whores

Freestyle, used to kick it F4

I can kick it up in my mom’s door

At my dad’s house, I got a bad mouth

From the Wells, Maine area

Sicker than malaria

Cause mass hysteria in your area

Fucking coming out your stereo

When you’re bumpin'

I mean something like that, bimpin'