Gee Willikers Songtext
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Welcome back to sunny Wells, Maine
Guess who's back off the couch
Got the panties in a drought
Duck tapin Casey Anthony's mouth
It's Mr. No-You're-Not-Dude
Back with some hot new raps
For these kinder garteners to smoke pot to
This shit's changed since I came into the cipher
Because everyone was aggro
Guess who's back off the couch
Got the panties in a drought
Duck tapin Casey Anthony's mouth
It's Mr. No-You're-Not-Dude
Back with some hot new raps
For these kinder garteners to smoke pot to
This shit's changed since I came into the cipher
Because everyone was aggro
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 must've smoked something funky
Somewhere back there and we all go the munchies
Ate Hershey's cookies and cream and got clumsy
Cause there's white rappers everywhere and nobody's hungry
You used to have to pay dues that pay dudes
To get youtube views while they play Beirut
Enabling fake crews to take spots
I heard Sam Adams and it 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 anglo-Saxon backpack tracks
My dishwasher's got racks on racks
(chorus)
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
Makin rap songs that these strippers can't dance to
Gee golly, I'm the same ol' cat I keep it pimpin
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 tryna get a hoe
I'm not tryna put the big 'L' in Deuce 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 vaginas in the nineties
Find me back in Maine cacklin
Still got weed like we would as a contraction
I still sip ship yards pigs lingerin
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 ungroomed, I'm back in the flesh
I spit it raw, unbridled like a Bachelorette
Check it
I know that the folks don't listen, dissin
Though other bros don't spit efficient, broke
Had the soap, did dishes in kitchens
Hooks and allure like this is fishing
I'm banking on taking the bacon and making a run for the gold
I been mistakenly taken for humorous
They been been assuming I'm making a joke, like
(chorus)
Chord change!
You're now rocking with the town folks spokesman
Who girls think is too short but I'm not from Oakland
And it's been years since I deposited tokens
But 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 a uprising. Dudes are just rhyming
I've fantasized about this when I was just Ryan
Come kick it with the age liquor, sipper, slipper, rocker
Picked the pocket of a major label, knicker bocker
Saggin, 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 kid's a shit show
I knew I hated Spose from the get go
Gee willikers, I know I can't lose
Makin rap songs that these strippers can't dance to
Gee golly, I'm the same ol' cat I keep it pimpin
Gee willikers, I know I can't lose
Makin rap songs that these strippers can't dance to
Gee golly, I'm the same ol' cat I keep it pimpin
Pants used to sag low, now they're all tighter
And the black dudes who rhyme are named Wayne and Tyler
Huh. We must've smoked something funky
Somewhere back there and we all go the munchies
Ate Hershey's cookies and cream and got clumsy
Cause there's white rappers everywhere and nobody's hungry
You used to have to pay dues that pay dudes
To get youtube views while they play Beirut
Enabling fake crews to take spots
I heard Sam Adams and it 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 anglo-Saxon backpack tracks
My dishwasher's got racks on racks
(chorus)
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
Makin rap songs that these strippers can't dance to
Gee golly, I'm the same ol' cat I keep it pimpin
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 tryna get a hoe
I'm not tryna put the big 'L' in Deuce 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 vaginas in the nineties
Find me back in Maine cacklin
Still got weed like we would as a contraction
I still sip ship yards pigs lingerin
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 ungroomed, I'm back in the flesh
I spit it raw, unbridled like a Bachelorette
Check it
I know that the folks don't listen, dissin
Though other bros don't spit efficient, broke
Had the soap, did dishes in kitchens
Hooks and allure like this is fishing
I'm banking on taking the bacon and making a run for the gold
I been mistakenly taken for humorous
They been been assuming I'm making a joke, like
(chorus)
Chord change!
You're now rocking with the town folks spokesman
Who girls think is too short but I'm not from Oakland
And it's been years since I deposited tokens
But 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 a uprising. Dudes are just rhyming
I've fantasized about this when I was just Ryan
Come kick it with the age liquor, sipper, slipper, rocker
Picked the pocket of a major label, knicker bocker
Saggin, 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 kid's a shit show
I knew I hated Spose from the get go
Gee willikers, I know I can't lose
Makin rap songs that these strippers can't dance to
Gee golly, I'm the same ol' cat I keep it pimpin
Gee willikers, I know I can't lose
Makin rap songs that these strippers can't dance to
Gee golly, I'm the same ol' cat I keep it pimpin
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