Gee Willikers - Spose

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'