Word Guitar Solo - Spose

I’m all over the fretboard

Do it next door, flowing fluent since F4

Slamming whammy bars on amateurs, Pamela’s

Sub-par perimeters, pleasing cheesin for cameras

The summit ain’t far, they’re flummoxed how I done it

Eating hummus, Sammy Hagar, spray bars

I complete each speech I start

I keep trucking like Dysart’s, till I get my piece of the pie chart

I jest, bidest, ingest that I’m the best

Fingerpickin' on fiction it’s picturesque

I hope you brought some film, Peter’s hot as pottery

Just busted out the kiln from Wells town

Fell down but held down like barre chords

I need oxygen, they boxed me in the cardboard

Steadily cramped like refugee camps in Darfur

Blurred, spittin' word, flippin' parkour

Cold cuts, scissors in the blizzard with the art form

You bet your Cinnamon Toast Crunch

I saw you backstabbers, gentlemen, I don’t front

I know I’m better than the veterans embedded in your settlements

The way I said it should’ve turned a Evan to a Evelyn

And when it comes to rhymes they’ll find us

In the starting line up, I don’t need a supper till the time’s up

Word guitar solos, duo or dolo

Judo or jiu jitsu, two pit bulls in a dojo

And we don’t need no Clicquot to reload for each show

In beast mode, they’ll stand there watchin', gawkin' like a free throw

What you mad at me fo'?

I can’t help it

Making Celtics green, melted cheese, I’m just me