| Disgusting rhyme-busting twenty-something
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| Dude who gets booty like a pirate chest
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| So gobble a dank if you don’t like him
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| Cause lyrically he rape a beat like a viking
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| Flow so honed, hot as your blood
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| Cool as snow cones, what it’s all good
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| Quite suburban he’s not at all hood
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| Not country just the woods so fuck Keith Urban
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| I’ve wrapped tight and over your head
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| Like a turban since you nerds left turds in the bed
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| I’m absurd with words emerged in burned threads
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| We need more beats
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| Like a phoenix from the art of emceeing left dead
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| My friends jock dreads and play death metal
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| In Maine where they mount fox heads from the meadow on the wall
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| I’m off the wall, Michael Jackson
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| Maxing at Federal Jacks with something attractive
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| I’m a cactus with this rap shit (Spose)
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| Never resort to wack tactics (no)
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| Jaw-dropped reactions when I’m rapping (so)
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| Fly it’s making me high like Toni Braxton
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| Mr. Spizzy is now teaching classes
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| So throw away all your busy-work packets
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| Decidedly un-ghetto rhyme fello
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| Who listens to Sublime from time-to-time
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| Hello it’s Spizzle
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| They’re miserable I exist
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| They’re pissed but this rhyming mindless drivel can’t persist
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| My flow’s A-list, your flow is gayness
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| I think you get the gist so liten up kids
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| I’ll be at 15 chester, weed on the dresser
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| I’m clever but slept on like lunesta
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| Peace
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| Who in the fuck is this dashing boy?
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| Who raps religiously like Pastor Troy?
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| Spizzy Spose is fly like asteroids?
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| Lyrically he’s passed your boys
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| But where’s he from? |
| Wells, Maine
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| Got a lot of dollars in my wallet nah im broke
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| Not a baller marijuana is the product i promote
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| I hope people see i’m ghoulish in the face
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| So, they understand when I’m caught staring into space
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| Fly like McLaren, high like a parrot
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| Coughing so hard looking like i’m in hysterics
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| Known amongst Jareds and Dereks as the rarest
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| Rapper staring at your weed asking you to share it
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| Like Napster, Mainers jock tractors
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| Hold up… Rest in peace Ol' Dirty Bastard
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| Ol' Dirty Curtis came back from the grave
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| Pussies got AIDs, walking like zombies
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| Broken Motorolla roll of quarters for the laundry
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| Smoked up sitting there looking like Ghandi
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| Stiky-1 leather jacket looking like Fonzi
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| Deep in thought, creeping like the cops
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| Heineken bottle pops and no models give me props
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| Rarely touch supple couple cupped tittied city sluts
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| Keep it York County, what up townies
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| Lifted all the time like Canadian mounties
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| Gobble a dank, baby, Spizzy Spose if you need him and if you don’t
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| Preposterously Dank
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| Wells, Maine
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| In pussies like gyno
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| Old school like dino with the rhyme flow
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| It’s all good
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| What it does
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| Sorry to beat ya rappers
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| Meet me at the Wells House of Pizza after
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| Preposterously dank the album, We smoked it All mixtapes 1 through 649 coming
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| soon
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| Spizzy Spose
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| Keep it bimpin |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gobble A Dank , by - Spose. Song from the album Preposterously Dank, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп