Twerking at a Funeral

[Verse] This is white girls twerking at a funeral With tattooed babies in the back sniffing superglue And all the twelve-year-olds dressed unsuitable And posting pictures online until they feel beautiful Fuck it, I don't gotta suit up in a cubicle The dude up in a Subaru with Buddha in the cuticles I need cash, so here's math for you to do I'm selling four hundreds in Roman numerals I've got them itching for it sorta like an allergen A local Paladin I got the rappin' for the Alisons They used to wonder where the talent went Spizzy showed up with the L like I was holding an Allen wrench Half these cats baffling, whack battling My shit was happening back when you were saplings And now it's like a full grown Redwood tree S- fucking P- O- S- E Call me Maine Gretzky but I don't rock ice It's more like in my life you might find lice No 'D's on the 'Lac, no bees in the trap Just fleas on the cat, and weed in the sack I started cooking crack just so I could use the metaphors On tour meet hella more Elinors But that didn't help my record get to selling more The only cheese I got is inside my deli drawer Still practicing rapping I wasn't born great Trees inside a paper like a sports page And I still wear my acne like it's war paint And this is second coming like re-doing a porn take I can't front dude I made it to your tour date And I just didn't feel it like urinating in warm lakes! [Outro: Spose & Announcer] Hand's together make some noise everybody [?] I appreciate every one of you motherfuckers My name is Spose, I'm from Wells, Maine USA Thank you Everybody say P-Dank! (P-Dank!) That's good enough for me man, I'll see you at the merch table if you need me to Baptize you or anything Thank you How about it one more time put your hands together make some noise for.. Spose!