Uh-huh
Oh hey, oh hey I didn't see you there...
Welcome to sunny Wells Maine, pass me the blunt
Back when I was sippin' sunny d watchin' harry and
Hendersons
Osh Kosh jeans and the Dimetapp Medicine
Life was good and oh so simple
No girls, no weed, no police, no pimples.
And now its red stripe 'till I can't stand up
I don't bluff, I'm in Maine like horse dandruff.
I could burn my mouth and still not suck
With the bank account negative a million bucks.
And even when I'm drunk I spit resilient stuff
And I dated Kennebunker who gives brilliant fucks
Similarly early life made me and such
And yo what I've been bonkers since tonka trucks.
Is he spizzy, is he nuts, the locals are unsure
No fur, just ash stains on the sweatshirt
Who besides Spose with a flow so pure
Before the red sox reversed the curse in '04
Baby fuck it, if you're with me, boy you just got meds for
your STD, say Fuck it, one life to live and one million more
nose rips to give, say fuck, if you ain't got paid or your
ain't got laid in 100 days say fuck it,
Spizzy Spose, ya damn right, I keep it bimpin'.
White dude nikes, suburban living where the blunts half
pipes be, quite abundant
Night life unlively
Glove compartment got Febreeze and Visine
VCR TV combo not widescreen
And mike V. hustles trees onivy league.
Twelve year olds fake id's
Rich dads keep their yards tidy
Alright we got wealt disproportionate
Teen suicide, no need for Kevorkian
Dope people mixed with should-have-been-abortion kids
Wells maine, from the casket to the orphanage
And back again
I'm from the place where the wives scream
Redneck fists aren't soft like ice cream
Police lights shine bright white every night like jesus
christ light beams
And the radio sucks so, turn up the outcast!
Fuck it, if you're with me, boy you just got meds for your
STD, say Fuck it, one life to live and one million more nose
rips to give, say fuck, if you ain't got paid or your ain't
got laid in 100 days say fuck it,
Spizzy spose, ya damn right, I keep it bimpin'.
And i been dope with these rants
Since everybody rocked JNCO pants
Justin Jay-z and Lance rocked every high school dance
While my mom was in the basement
Watering plants with Xenon lights
Rural life ain't polite
Welcome to the jungle stash the weed by the grundle
My buddy mumbled that the cop probably knows his uncle
Getting dropped like a fumble i said that shit's bimpin
5'8, eyes dilate when i'm baked.
Guidos in tuxedos buy stakes at high rates.
For christ's sake, american parents are irate,
Cuz they all see their daughters gyrate on myspace
I'm on the couch passed out being an ass clown
But they say that spose kid is dope with his mouth
In fact the illest illuster since social studies syllubus
before islamic militants were killin us
Fuck it, if you're with me, boy you just got meds for your
STD, say Fuck it, one life to live and one million more nose
rips to give, say fuck, if you ain't got paid or your ain't
got laid in 100 days say fuck it,
Spizzy Spose, ya damn right, I keep it bimpin'.
Can't afford a hat i wear a bucket.
Kicked out my mom's house, fuck it.
On the mic i used to suckin, reluctant
But not no more
Fucked alot of girls but not no whores
Freestyle, used to kick it at four
I can kick it up in my mom's house or at my dads
I got a bad mouth, uh,
From the Wells, Maine area
Sick of the malaria
Cause mass hysteria in your area
fuck it comin out your stereo when you're bumpin, i mean
something... like that... bimpin
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