Preposterously Dank

[Sample from TV show "Weeds"] [Intro] He's so preposterous baby He's oh so dank he's got dilated eyeballs and he's moving so slowly but he's got rhymes down to a T You can't hate on Spose he's from the Wells, M-E [Verse 1] Dearest fake rapper, please run for cover I'm fucking up the game didn't bring no rubbers Like my parents when they were but Reagan lovers And high school girls are like, "That's Meghan's brother!" Out at 4:20 and then late for supper Come home later nuke the grub up out the tupper Where? Wells, Maine. Hair? Dark brown Heineken chugger acknowledge how it goes down The Cutlass sputters, the blunt girths blubbered my Comfort's Southern And baby we're just orangoutangs evolved I sanganadle the balls Throw your gunts up, spizzy Spose what he's called Wells, Maine ["Weeds" cut] [Verse 2] They call me Toine plus talent, minus slurping phallus I'm back, crack rock and Rolls Royce absent Average height though mean on the mic And mode of transportation dad's whip or a bike So formally introducing the formerly nerdy Great bro in skate clothes jock Ezekiel and Hurley Still slept on, me I never wake up early But I stuff white owls call it taxidermy Catch me jocking old Reebocks and dirty socks I know in life things change like an equinox And thus this is why I'm hot: cause i lack a plot And this fackin pack of Backwoods is the last crap I bought I'm saying [Verse 3] So get the wagon bastid pass the absinth I got a lack of cash John Lennon couldn't imagine Grumpy attitude till blunski latitude Gets me higher than you've gotta be to get a padded room The sagging of my pants is also indiciative of the slacking in my plans And the baggage in my hands and these weed bags can Vanish quickly like female babies in Japan Or Chine you know I'm the fuckin Wells, Maine renegade lyrical elite Teeth not the color of Nintendo Wii We're jocking sweatpants, fanny-packs, bought that at TJ Maxx Spose turn ganga black, just bought a twenty sack (smoke some trees out that bitch)