Who Dat

Pretty good with these raps here See I was waiting tables here late last year And now they want my autograph and im 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 pass to Rondo Schnauze like Gonzo Hurt self confidence But dudes can't see me like they only got consonants Get it? like they got no "I's" I say audacious shit, 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 passed tests My turn to school 'em now on who's the bestest Eyes on the prize, hans on the guest list Crosses 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 fucking sign for the exit Who dat? who dat? Spose, Maine Who dat? who dat? Spose, Maine, insane in the brain We didn't have money at the start (fucking broke!) My circle was at the bottom like a question mark It was back when we would park outside of extra 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 shit and stuff that's abhorrent I don't give a fuck, download it from a torrent And then play that shit 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 gries are to rye on line and I'm Harvard I watch them fading while they're hating, Spose Cause they got it all, like a trading post Regular clothes, but stick out like a boner 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 shit is really bland And I need not conceal my plans Cause sunburns couldn't make you appealing, man