Pretty good with these raps here
See I was waiting tables here late last year
And now they want my autograph and I'm like "that's weird"
Because I still rock cotton, no cashmere
Suicide bombers out in pakistan, rapist in the congo
Meanwhile I watch Paul Pierce pa** to Rondo
Schnoz like Gonzo, hurts self-confidence
But dudes can't see me like they only got consonants
Get it? like they got no "I"s
I say audacious sh**, it's greeted with "oh my"s
Oh geez, yeah, you guessed it
Got a sack of rhymes fatter than that girl from precious
Moving on up so I got new stresses
New bills put in my name like two S's (Spizzy Spose)
Sat at my desk wrote raps and pa**ed tests
My turn to school 'em now on who's the bestest
Eyes on the prize, hands on the guest list
Crossing names out so that I can keep my checks big
Like fake breasts and they think I'm just reckless
And staying lit like the f**ing sign for the exit
Who dat? Who dat?
Spose, Maine
Who dat? Who dat?
Spose, Maine, insane in the brain
Look, we didn't have money at the start (f**ing broke!)
My circle was at the bottom like a question mark
It was back when we would park outside of Xtra-Mart
And beg dudes to buy us beer while we waited in the car
Break out the flashlight, I'll tell a couple stories
Of some good time sh** and stuff that's abhorrent
I don't give a f**, download it from a torrent
And then play that sh** back to me when I become boring
Like who dat, who dat, Spose, Peter Sparker
I heard you do work while I do work harder
They want my trade secrets, but I do not barter
These guys are Devry online and I'm Harvard
I watch them fading while they're hating Spose
Cause I got it all, like a trading post
Regular clothes, but stick out like a bo*er
When I put lines on paper like I'm running out of toner
Dough like Homer, so I'm feeling really grand
Yeah, it's real again, your sh** is really bland
And I need not conceal my plans
Cause sunburns couldn't make you appealing, man