Cows Come Home - Spose

Who rocks the party till the cows come home

And doesn’t have cows so he keeps moving on?

It’s Peter!

(Hey)

You’re now rocking with the P. Dank crew tonight

Who rocks the party till the people all die

Then drags all the bodies outside and keeps rocking?

It’s Peter!

(Hey)

You’re now rocking with the P. Dank crew tonight

You’re now rocking with the best rapper with a concave chest

To give it to you nonetheless, I got the illest

Raps in the village, plus the most villains

Have my boulders looking Coca-Cola since we were some children

I’m the visionary vigilante, of the ante

Kicked over your hill, but you still acting antsy

Buzz-buzz shoo fly, don’t bother me

You don’t do it properly, don’t touch my pottery

Fantastic, you damn bastard

This shit’s handcrafted, and it’s made in Maine

And I’ve been at it for a good while, never hood style

And my clique sticks together like it’s a wood pile

So, so pile into the whip

Virgin Mary has a baby every time I spit

‘Cause I’m known to rock a party till the cops come

And I open up the door, tell them, «We're not done»

Who rocks the party till the cows come home

And doesn’t have cows so he keeps moving on?

It’s Peter!

(Hey)

You’re now rocking with the P. Dank crew tonight

Who rocks the party till the people all die

Then drags all the bodies outside and keeps rocking?

It’s Peter!

(Hey)

You’re now rocking with the P. Dank crew tonight

You’re now rocking with the most freshest, I’ll give you no guesses

It’s Edgar Allan Poe, plus both S’s

That’s my fucking name, my mother’s who’s to blame

They hear me rap, they’re like, «I can’t believe he’s from Maine!»

She’s like, «I can’t believe it either, I heard he’s Ryan Peters

I knew this kid he went to college with who sold him reefer

I heard he rocks sneakers that are old, and he lives up in Maine

Up in the cold, at least that’s what I’m told»

«I-I-I-I can confirm it ‘cause I saw him at McDonald’s

And his car, it had Heineken bottles in it

It was disgusting, his whip was gross

I don’t even think I could be down with Spose»

I’m like I don’t give a fizzuck, get up off my nizzuts

Everybody put your motherfucking handsizz up

If you don’t have hands, then welcome to the show

I’ve got to ask the question, but you already know

Who rocks the party till the cows come home

And doesn’t have cows so he keeps moving on?

It’s Peter!

(Hey)

You’re now rocking with the P. Dank crew tonight

Who rocks the party till the people all die

Then drags all the bodies outside and keeps rocking?

It’s Peter!

(Hey)

You’re now rocking with the P. Dank crew tonight

Say «Oh!»

(Oh), whack verses, lame hooks

And your shit sucks but looks good on Facebook

Hell nah, you can doubt my shit

You can count my money then get off my diiiiiiiii

-scography bulky like Sam’s Club

So great, I make a snake put their hands up

Lick my man butt, buy my tee-shirt

You’ll have your chance little buddy, but it’s me first

P-derp, preferred leader of the people living cheaper

MCs see me, go «Jeepers!»

Get jealous, want to beat me up

But these rappers just beneath me like Reese’s Cups, sluts