[Intro: Spose and Cam Groves]

Awesome, awesome, awesome, awesome

I don't necessarily have to be here for this

Can I

I'm gonna keep the headphones though

[Chorus: Spose]

Motherfucker, I'm awesome!

No you're not, dude, don't lie

I'm awesome!

I'm drivin' around in my mom's ride

I'm awesome!

A quarter of my life gone by

And I met all my friends online

Motherfucker, I'm awesome!

I will run away from a brawl

I'm awesome!

There's no voice mail, nobody called

I'm awesome!

I can't afford to buy eight balls

And I talk to myself on my Facebook wall

[Verse 1: Spose]

You know my pants sag low (low)

Even though (though) that went out of style

Like ten years ago (go)

Spose, I got the swagger of a cripple

I got little biceps

Getting fatter in the middle

And lyrically I'm not the best

Physically the opposite of Randy Moss, and yet

So preposterous

Feel the awesomeness

The most obnoxious guest up at the sausage fest

Oh yes

The girls are repulsed

So I hide in my hood like I'm joining a cult

I'm as nervous as my cat, ol' Dirty Curtis

All my writtens are bitten and

All my verses are purchased

Me? I'll never date an actress

Got too many back zits

Plus, my whole home aroma is cat piss

Every show I do is poorly promoted

And if you like this

It's cause my little sister wrote it

[Chorus: Spose]

Motherfucker, I'm awesome!

No, you're not, dude, don't lie

I'm awesome!

I'm drivin' around in my mom's ride

I'm awesome!

A quarter of my life gone by

And I met all my friends online

Motherfucker, I'm awesome!

I will run away from a brawl

I'm awesome!

There's no voicemail, nobody called

I'm awesome!

I can't afford to buy eight balls

And I talk to myself on my Facebook wall

[Scratching]

The swagger of a cripple

[Verse 2: Spose]

Check it out

I'm from Maine and I don't hunt (nope)

And I can't ski

Smoke weed but I can't roll blunts

Find me whipped by my wifey

My neck not icy

Eatin' at McDonald's because Subway's pricey

Ha, and my uni-brow is plucked

Just asked my mom if I could borrow ten bucks

She's like, "For what?

Blunt wraps and some Heinekens?

You skinny prick, go get a gym membership and vitamins!"

I'm like, "Mom please, don't blame it on me

I got my bad habits from you, Dad, and Aunt Steve."

My attitude's sour but my futon's sweet

And the hair on my ass, it is Jumanji

Suit un-tailored, ringtone Taylor Swift

Can't tweet up on my Twitter

'Cause I haven't done shit

Bank account red, body ungroomed

The only good thing about me is I'm off stage soon

[Chorus: Spose]

I'm awesome!

No, you're not, dude don't lie

I'm awesome!

I'm drivin' around in my mom's ride

I'm awesome!

A quarter of my life gone by

And I met all my friends online

Motherfucker, I'm awesome!

I will run away from a brawl

I'm awesome!

There's no voicemail, nobody called

I'm awesome!

I can't afford to buy eight balls

And I talk to myself on my Facebook wall

I'm awesome

[Scratched]

Suit untailored, ringtone Taylor Swift

[Verse 3: Spose]

Furthermore I am cornier than Ethanol

Cheesier than Provolone

I spent ages eight to ten living in a motorhome

With a ego the size of Tim Duncan

Even though I got shit for brains like a blumpkin

I'm twenty-four, serving lobster rolls

Because I spent a decade filling Optimos

And I'm not even the bomb in Maine

On my game, I'm only about as sexy as John McCain

Now put your hands up

If you have nightmares

If you wouldn't man up if there was a fight here

If you got dandruff

If you drink light beer

I'm outta breath

[Chorus: Spose]

But I'm awesome!

No, you're not, dude don't lie

I'm awesome!

I'm drivin' around in my mom's ride

I'm awesome!

A quarter of my life gone by

And I met all my friends online

Motherfucker, I'm awesome!

I will run away from a brawl

I'm awesome!

There's no voicemail, nobody called

I'm awesome!

I can't afford to buy eight balls

And I talk to myself on my Facebook wall

I'm awesome