Salami - Spose

I’m Peter Sparker, Spider-Man sent me

He does know Spider-Man!

He’s cool

(Knowing Spider-Man does not make him cool!)

I’m the broke moocher you don’t wanna wake up with

(But on mics?) I’m realer than some A-cup tits

(Alright) It’s like I found out the weed is my first cousin

‘Cause after I get it, we break up quick

They say I don’t measure up, I got more lines than a yardstick

You’re just trying to make out with a whip, you’re a carcass

(Spizzy) 1, 2, 3, I went to preschool

Tell me what’s new to brag about so I can be cool

I lay lower than the bassline’s dealer

‘Cause the humbugs numb in their great-rhyme-feelers

You can play «Whose snapback’s tealer»

I’m just trying to put it into words

You should get some v-necks, some Kleenex

You all look crestfallen, get back to yes y’all-in' (Yes y’all)

Still hungry, as a kid I wasn’t fed right

My clique so ill, I’m browsing hospital websites

I’m going ham, I don’t think that you noticed

‘Cause there’s so much bologna all over the focus

(Yo yo) A couple more yos

I’m going spam, I don’t think that you noticed

‘Cause you got salami all over the camera, the camera

Yo, delete your Facebook to it

My peep’s teeth are looking like the Bruins: black and yellow

I’ve been revered by a jury of my peers

‘Cause I’ve rapped like I’m under oath my whole career

It’s not a novelty or comedy, because I’m into honesty

And modesty, and never did a robbery

Hmm, you got the clip that goes «boom?»

How many cylinders in it when your whip goes «vroom?»

Because I could give a fucking fuck

I’m overseas with my speech, like beach cover-ups

To you rhymers that are lying, saying nothing much

To you vaginas, I’m a C-Section, I’m a cut above

I open up a beer, check my Gmail

Treat beats like a cheap version of a therapist

Look, I’ve had it up to here, like a seashell

Crumbs of the cannabis on a can of Sierra Mist

Please, my rap steez different

I got guitars wailin' like a Japanese fisherman

Plus I got all my words pronounced

I’m no pretender, a defender of the herbs and clowns

I put it down

Actually… you put the mic down

I’m going ham, I don’t think that you noticed

‘Cause there’s so much bologna all over the focus

Put your hands up, put your hands up (15 more yos)

Put your hands up, put your hands up

I’m going spam, I don’t think that you noticed

‘Cause you got salami all over the camera, the camera

Somebody say P. Dank!

Somebody say P. Dank!

Lester, we don’t often think of Maine and royalty in the same sentence

But tonight, I am reporting on «The King of Maine»