(Peter Sparker) In This Bitch - Spose

I been telling fools, you can keep your pool full of jewels

Since back in high school, when G-Unit was cool

Man, they still talk about the things Ryan Peters pulled

On the mi-i-ic, indefatigable

And where Spose at?

Look smokey

Where’s your hoes at?

Where my homies?

Get some Prozac, you look lonely

Watch me break it down, I’m like a roady

Where’s your coke rap?

In the nose bleeds

Your go-to steez caked in your goatees

No OG, but I G O for the G O L D

Bro, you know me

Woo!

Alright!

Peter Sparker in this bitch

Woo!

Alright!

Peter Sparker in this bitch

I’m slapping silly bands off of rappers' wrists

I rap immaculate, you hate me?

Sacrilege

You think I suck?

Well you don’t know the half of it

And secondly, that’s just wildly inaccurate

Check the stat sheet, looks gorgeous

You must’ve heard wrong, check your sources

Silly rabbits outsmarted by a tortoise

Lyrically, they got balls on their noses, porpoise

A bunch of dudes misconstrued Spose’s purpose

Fucking serpents, I leave 'em serviced

‘Cause my words flow together like it’s cursive

You look nervous, Peter Sparker in this bitch

Woo!

Alright!

Peter Sparker in this bitch

Woo!

Alright!

Peter Sparker in this bitch

I got that «good times» rap, you should get involved

Puff the peace pipe, chip a wall

I’m a mix of John Steinbeck and Biggie Smalls

You’re a mix of vaginas and midget balls

Peter Sparker, my only competition

Writtens glisten, you’d know it if you listened

If you didn’t, you’d probably think different

I turn white owls into roaches, magician

And I could tell you about Israel and Palestine

But I’d rather show these sucker rappers how to rhyme

I’m not here to pontificate or speak down

I’m just tryna have a good time 'fore I peace out