Cam Groves, Spose - Kings of the Ant Hill lyrics

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 shit 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 motherfuckers 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 fucking rap lesson
And each bar attached with attack weapons
Grow another leg and quit
Your motherfucking half steppin'
Yo, our songs and our fans real
You belong in a landfill
Your career at a stand still
Nothing that we can't kill
Kings of the ant hill
You got nothing on my man's skills
I'm so sick, I need some damn pills
I've been the man since "Stand Still"
Nothing that we can't kill
Kings of the ant hill

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 bitches say is
Only gonna ricochet
Bitch, 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
Yo, our songs and our fans real
You belong in a landfill
Your career at a stand still
Nothing that we can't kill
Kings of the ant hill
You got nothing on my man's skills
I'm so sick, I need some damn pills
I've been the man since "Stand Still"
Nothing that we can't kill
Kings of the ant hill

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 fucking 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 butter-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 pussy 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
Yo, our songs and our fans real
You belong in a landfill
Your career at a stand still
Nothing that we can't kill
Kings of the ant hill
You got nothing on my man's skills
I'm so sick, I need some damn pills
I've been the man since "Stand Still"
Nothing that we can't kill
Kings of the ant hill