Welcome back to sunny Wells, MaineGuess who's back off the couchGot the panties in a droughtDuct tape in Casey Anthony's mouthIt's Mr. "no you're not dude"Back with some hot new rapsFor these kindergarteners to smoke pot toThis shit's changed since I came into the cypherBecause everyone was agroNow they're all nicerPants used to sag lowNow they're all tighterAnd the black dudes who rhyme are named Wayne and TylerHuh, we must've smoked something funkySomewhere back there and we all go the munchiesAte hershey's cookies and cream and got clumsyCause there's white rappers everywhere and nobody's hungryYou used to have to pay duesThey pay dudesTo get youtube viewsWhile they play BeirutEnabling fake crewsTo take spotsI heard Sam Adams and it made me miss Aesop RockYeah the one-hit wonder guy who raps is backTo make your thunder thighs giggle if your ass is fatWith some fact packed anglo-saxon backpacked tracksMy dishwasher's got racks on racks[Chorus:]I got 'em like gee willikers, fuck that shitI bet he doesn't know any black kidsI got 'em like gee golly man what a shit showI knew I hated Spose from the get-goGee willikers, I know I can't loseMaking rap songs that these strippers can't dance toGee golly I'm the same old cat I, I, I, I keep it pimpin'What's up? I'm spose if you didn't knowThe representative of people who got little doughAnd I never spit a rhyme trying to get a hoI'm not trying to put the big 'L' in Deuce BigalowNor am I trying to be the hardest dudeOr act like it's all good bro no barbecuesA grimy, major label signed meTo a situation hairy as vaginas in the 90'sFind me back in Maine cacklin'Still got weed like 'we would' as a contractionI still sip ship yards pigs lingerin'Spit bars back woods in my fingerprintsSome publics I come up with seem funnyOther pairs are hair raising like I breed bunniesI'm still ungroomed, I'm back in the fleshI spit it raw, unbridled like a bacheloretteCheck it I know that the folks don't listenDissing - though other bros don't spit efficientBroke - had the soap, did dishes in kitchensHooks and 'allure' like this is fishingI'm banking on taking the bacon and making a run for the goldI been mistakenly taken for humorousThey been been assuming I'm making a joke like...[Chorus]Chord change! you're now rocking with the town folks spokesmanWho girls think is too short but I'm not from OaklandAnd it's been years since I deposited tokensBut 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 uprisingDudes are just rhymingI've fantasized about this when I was just RyanCome kick it with the age liquor, sipper, slipper, rockerPicked the pocket of a major label, knicker bockerSaggin, keep my circle tighter than some leather pantsWhole state behind me like a weather man, damn[Chorus]
