Still Preposterous

I toe up under city lights

I'm still preposterous, Smokey oesophagus
Watch me make an omelette with
Sausages on top of it you won't
I'm not from the south quite the opposite
In january three degrees like a doctorate

Man, look at Spizzy-Spose
He thinks he's so cool
Look at his wrists and lack of
Neck-a lace with no jewels
Lets get retarded: Go drool
With some alcoholics, so fuck your O'Douls
On stage drunk Flat out rude
When there's ice-storms here
We get black-outs too - OH!
Next to Vermont we're the smokiest around
Clam buckets
Dank nuggets up in copious ammounts
I never fuck a clock I'm not in to doin' time
But my rhymes been sublime
Since listening to nevermind nevermind
'Till I blow-up or grow-up I'll
Live a shitty life and then toe up
I get toe-up under city lights

("I get toe up under city lights"
All chopped up to the beat)

I've got my: Beer in backpack
Weed in crack hat extra tall resin tip
I'll show you where I stashed that
My rhymes pack heat, better duck
Quack Quack, like you're Aflac
Girl i wanna see that ass clap
Cause I'm looking for a round-of-applause
Any way that I can get it
So get down in them drawers
Now every time I'm laying down a track
I get toe-up like I was lying on my back

We can rap in Maine (Maine)
It ain't hard to do (do)
Still no grill (nah) just a barbeque
Spose and Cam Groves (Who?) will be next
Putting Maine on the map like a G-P-S
I'll be on stage screamin' (screamin')
All the people in the place
Would you throw it up if you're bulimic
I'm trying to make that
Sandpaper Keep it gritty, right?
And i get toe
(ah-I get toe up) under city lights