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  • Текст песни Spose - gee willikers

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    Welcome back to sunny Wells, Maine

    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 kindergarteners 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 go the munchies
    Ate hershey's cookies and cream and got clumsy
    Cause there's white rappers 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 giggle if your ass is fat
    With some fact packed anglo-saxon backpacked tracks
    My dishwasher's got racks on racks

    [Chorus:]
    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 pimpin'

    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 90's
    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 'allure' 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...

    [Chorus]

    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 whisperin
    "Gee willikers" nah, this is an uprising
    Dudes are just rhyming
    I've fantasized about this when I was just Ryan
    Come kick it with the age liquor, sipper, slipper, rocker
    Picked the pocket of a major label, knicker bocker
    Saggin, keep my circle tighter than some leather pants
    Whole state behind me like a weather man, damn

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