I'm the cold wind shuttering imposter rap,
marijuana, add lots of that
I'm skinny but my blunts are fat,
the Wells, Maine rap god is back,
I've got it locked like a lobster trap

It's the S to the P-O-S-E yeah,
so broke can't afford no jet-ski (nope)
Mix Jack Daniels with Pepsi til
You think my flaws are sexy, baby

Stir it up, stir it up, pack it up, burn it up
That's alright with me, Wells ME, baby that's alright with me,
F4 baby that's alright with me, uh uh yo

In 1997, the best rapper passed away and
Now there isn't much shit except for Cashus Clay,
And Michael J. raps permanently fucked up
Like Tyson's face, I'm here to isolate
the wound from the state, with the loom on the license plate (?)

The rhymes been dope, they're twice as great
Wells, Maine playing boring icy games,
Rap and this place don't mix like mice and apes
Well rice ain't great but we work a lot,
Then blow paychecks on purple pot,

A loupole brings tear drops sinimally cops
Middle finger to the law me and my circle Rock, like Chris
You never heard a hick rock like this
I'm from the era where the worms bite fish

Like butt sex I got tight shit,
I'm drinking sygrum's gin it's mike mixed
Black belt kung fu mike gripped
If the etnies untied I might slip
But otherwise im better than these other guys
Who spit fibs and retrack tracks just to cover lies
I got my mother's eyes, and my father's brain
Blowing reefer out of a regal in the state of Maine
If I rapped as much as I jerked off I'd have a pimped out Lexus with triple exhaust (food stamp!)
Hangovers, morning grunts
Stained clothes, endless blunts
4 a.m., I'm puking chunks
That's why this album took me ten months
If you hate my shit it's alright with me
You're just mad I made records while you wasted weeks
Although your ears still thank me graciously
Although I don't move bricks like masonry
Wells, Maine remains the place to be
For real life rap you can ask me or Cam G
They say life's slow here but I can't leave
I wrote this and it ended up in my room like brandy
Honest is something these rappers can't be
Candle apple lip balm on my t-i-p
Really though, who's dope besides me
Besides these guys, besides me?
I hope your fingers get HIV
From an IV caped with leprosy
I dont mean to be mean or obscene
But my dream is to gleam on the scene
Getting tress like rocheeps kareem
In the drive sippin' jim bean
Leaving semen on the jean
Somethin' 17 magazine lookin' ass woman
Name is Spose baby, got it written on the stomach!

Lyrics submitted by nicholehas

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