In Conclusion - Spose

And in conclusion

P. Dank

I be that broke motherfucker, Maine’s where I’m reppin'

Better than these rappers but nobody buys my record

What you don’t like broke Hova?

You think that I’m more like a Hoover?

Think that I suck, I don’t give a fuck

You can go ahead, hit me with a low blow like a tuba

I don’t toot my horn but

I blew up quick like McGrubber

I didn’t get a Lex like Luger

And I went hard till my cheeks looked fuscia

Used to want to beat King Koopa

Now all I want to beat is the beats

And the freak in the mirror, when the demon appears

I have seen my fears, I could be that loser

Even if it meant quitting reefer

Stop staying high like a roofer

So when you YouTube my manoeuvres

You can see my as a mover, rapper, producer

At the computer, ha!

With a Fender Strat and a pen that’s black

Trying to prove I’m super

While the bass line barks in the woofers

Track liars, trains coming for you goobers

The fat lady is singing notes and ringing of her foopa

I suggest you find a cougar, find a way to dupe her

Into thinking that she’s Demi Moore and you are Ashton Kutcher

Because you’re fucked otherwise, other guys

Besides, we consider these rhymes lullabies

Sleep tight, fuckers!

P. Dank

I’m from where we don’t celebrate soccer wins

Where the broke contrast with the opulent

Most on blast for profitin'

While the folks shake cups on the block cement

Marriages on the rocks again

Mom looking for a new pops again

Kids witnessed all the arguments

Now they lose interest when you talk to them

Oh shit, quick, bring a doctor in

We’re gonna need Facebook and some oxygen

Stat… (EEEH), bring it back

We got spray tanned children, abandoned buildings

Kids stay still ‘cause the cancer killed 'em

I’ll keep moving till I’m handing millions

And I ride till I crash, all kinds of Zildjians

Teachers broke but the man get millions

Or rather, teachers broke but the man get quadrillions

‘Cause the man stay drillin'

We got children, in buildings, with ceilings, that’s cracked

While villains got villas, they’re chilling, it’s whack

But that’s the Earth, dig in, or get in the dirt

You got one ear that works, could be worse

So if there really is a big fluffy Jesus, tell him let’s get weeded

I know he’s got connections, text him, look, Ryan Peters' needed

I’m speaking, it’s like I’m bleeding, fame like flames pleadin'

I came to change games, it’s lame to blame demons

Proclaim the late evenings, take a break, heathens

I seize this beat screamin', I steam while peeps leavin'

The trees creek, I sleep near my family

The Devil ain’t a fantasy, I know she wants to dance with me