Spose - Kings of the Ant Hill lyrics

[Verse 1: Cam Groves] It's that liquor carryin' libertarian with a fifth of whiskey One sip is gonna make your nipples harrier I kick the barrier, now my sh** is scarier If you don't like a hit, dog, pistol whip a tarrier And I'm aware of the other rappers that tear it up But daring motherf**ers used to step into my area And if you're itchin' to make a stupid decision Or wanna take it to dissin', my diction'll take care of ya And I bet I'm as bright as a head of lettuce is But got it in my head that I'm ahead of my competitors And I've been penning it ever since Sega Genesis So you're bound to benefit depending what your fetish is Back with the fast rap just to get you cats stressing That impressive, I should be giving a f**ing rap lesson And each bar attached with attack weapons Grow another leg and quit your motherf**ing half steppin' [Hook: Cam Groves] Yo, our songs and our fans real You belong in a landfill Your career at a stand still Nothing that we can't k**, kings of the ant hill You got nothing on my man's sk**s I'm so sick, I need some damn pills I've been the man since "Stand Still" Nothing that we can't k**, kings of the ant hill [Verse 2: Cam Groves] Hum-diggity drum, a hum-digga When I was a young kid, they were calling me, "Dumb wigger!" Now I'm back and bigger than some would figure Hoping something cool happens, you'd think it would come quicker I stay spitting like my tongue was a gunslinger Punch lines thicker, mix 'em with a fifth of rum liquor Your girl hungry and she want me to have fun with her I could turn a nun to a sinner after one dinner It's a fit of rage every time I hit the stage I'm the illest spitter that isn't up on a Wiki page Never spit the same, but I came to flip the game Everything you b**hes say is only gonna ricochet b**h, I wish you'd name someone badder With the punchlines so big, they done rung Saturn And the drums come fatter with the fung tung patterns You ain't going nowhere like a one rung ladder [Hook: Cam Groves] Yo, our songs and our fans real You belong in a landfill Your career at a stand still Nothing that we can't k**, kings of the ant hill You got nothing on my man's sk**s I'm so sick, I need some damn pills I've been the man since "Stand Still" Nothing that we can't k**, kings of the ant hill [Verse 3: Spose] My motivation's humiliation, my reputation Is decimation, the preservation of a generation These declarations my occupation, inoculation From desolation, my estimation is I'm f**ing good at rapping I put discussion on percussion Been conductin' this production, the destruction of your section Yeah, I'm still the best rapper in Maine and always have been You sold ten copies and they're all to your dad's friends You're bu*ter-soft, you're powder puff, you're featherweight I'm Helter Skelter, I'll melt your shelter, I never wait I just medicate, levitate and educate And I don't gotta sample Michael McDonald to regulate You see me captivate a cavalcade and commandeer the cabaret The cavalry is screaming, "Don't stop!" I started from the bottom, now I shart it when I jot it I'm an artist and they bought it, you can find me on top You're an honorable mention from a comical direction You're a p**y and a dick like anatomical correction Ask Ock Cousteau 'bout my nautical collection When I brought new flows, the phonics so perplexin' There's nothing eerier, steerin' fear in your area Mirror you mysterious lyricists, P period, Dank Kings of the ant hill called "Maine rap" You'd have to get Wu-Tang to move here to change that [Hook: Cam Groves] Yo, our songs and our fans real You belong in a landfill Your career at a stand still Nothing that we can't k**, kings of the ant hill You got nothing on my man's sk**s I'm so sick, I need some damn pills I've been the man since "Stand Still" Nothing that we can't k**, kings of the ant hill