Gee Willikers

Ah geez

Welcome back to Sunny Wells, Maine

(Gee willikers)

(Gee willikers)

Well guess who's back

Off the couch

Got the panties in a drought

Duck taping 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

The shits changed since I came into the cipher

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 musta smoked something funky

Somewhere back there

And we all got the munchies

Ate Hershey's cookies and cream

And got clumsy

'Cause there's white rappers everywhere

And nobody's hungry

We used to have to pay dues

They paid dudes

To get youtube views

While they play Beirut

Enabling fake crews to take spots

I heard Sam Adams and 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 angle sacks

And backpack tracks

My dishwasher got racks on racks

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 ripping

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 Duce 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 90s'

Find me

Back in Maine cackling

Still got weed

Like we would as a contraction

I still sip ship yards

Pigs lingering

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 un-groomed

I'm back in the flesh

I spin 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 to soak the dish in kitchen

Hooks on a lore like this is fishing

I bank on taking the bacon and making a run for the gold

I've been mistakenly taken for humorous

Assuming I'm making a joke 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 ripping

Chord change

You're now rocking with the town folk spokesman

You girls think it's too short but I'm not from Oakland

And it's been years since I deposited tokens

But I been in the game

Getting bread you're just loafin'

This is the voice of the villagers

Not sitting back, scared to act

To act whispering

Gee willikers

No this is the uprising

Dudes are just rhyming

I fantasized about this

When I was just crying

Come kick it with age liquor

Sipper slipper rocker pick a pocket

Of a major label knickerbocker

Sagging

Keep my circle tighter than some leather pants

Whole state behind me like a weather man

Damn

Gee willikers

Fuck that shit

I bet he doesn't know any black kids

I got 'em like

Gee golly

This kids 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, got 'em like

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 bimpin'

I had one planned out and then I muffed it

Gee willikers

Ah geez

Willikers

Holy shit