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Gee Willikers
Welcome back to sunny Wells, MaineGuess who's back off the couchGot the panties in a droughtDuck tapin Casey Anthony's mouthIt's Mr. No-You're-Not-DudeBack with some hot new rapsFor these kinder garteners to smoke pot toThis shit's changed since I came into the cipherBecause everyone was aggroNow they're all nicerPants used to sag low, now 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 dues that pay dudesTo get youtube views while they play BeirutEnabling fake crews to 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 backpack tracksMy dishwasher's got racks on racksSongtexte(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 loseMakin rap songs that these strippers can't dance toGee golly, I'm the same ol' cat I keep it pimpinWhat's up? I'm Spose if you didn't knowThe representative of people who got little doughAnd I never spit a rhyme tryna get a hoeI'm not tryna put the big 'L' in Deuce BigalowNor am I trying to be the hardest dudeOr act like "it's all good bro no barbecues"A grimy major label signed meTo a situation hairy vaginas in the ninetiesFind me back in Maine cacklinStill got weed like we would as a contractionI still sip ship yards pigs lingerinSpit bars back woods in my fingerprintsSome couplets 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 listen, dissinThough other bros don't spit efficient, brokeHad 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 loafinThis is the voice of the villagers, not sitting back scared to act, whisperin"Gee willikers" Nah, this is a uprising. Dudes 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, damnGee willikers, fuck that shitI bet he doesn't know any black kidsI got em like Gee golly, this kid's a shit showI knew I hated Spose from the get goGee willikers, I know I can't loseMakin rap songs that these strippers can't dance toGee golly, I'm the same ol' cat I keep it pimpinGee willikers, I know I can't loseMakin rap songs that these strippers can't dance toGee golly, I'm the same ol' cat I keep it pimpin
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