Spose - Cows Come Home lyrics
[Spose - Cows Come Home lyrics]
And a two, and a three
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
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