[Intro]

Ladies and Gentlemen

[Verse]

In sixth grade I had blue hair, looking like Sonic

I guess even back then I was the oddest

Now I'm an artist, ducking from the audit

Nah, I'll still drink it if you don't got tonic

Don't tempt him, running from the gremlins

Home fortified like the Kremlin

Looking for cash and some tax exemptions

You've been looking for a writer tighter than that rectum

That's convenient, sleeping on him, keep dreamin'

I'll teach sheep to rap till the sleepers believe it

Dude in the Volcom jeans's a genius

Nice raps, fuck the spice rack, he's so seasoned

MCs creamin', no homo

All the chickens coming for the rings, no Frodo

Knuckles alfredo, rock a mic proper

I've been going hard in the paint, no Flocka

Lox on my bagel while my song's on cable

What I spit 'bout make me stick out like my nasal

I can't do it later, later

If I want the O's stacked up like a pack of Life Savers

Been pushing it, like my career's in labor

Always been a risk-taker for the paper

And when I get that I might cop a couple acres

And move in right next door to the haters

Unload the U-Haul, wave to the neighbors

You should Instagram it, that's a moment I could savor

Gotta get some better Chron, mics, I could get a palm

Pockets looking blimp so I'll bimp till the cheddar's gone

Get trophies and mantels to set 'em on

Have fun till it's undone like the sweater song

Ramble with assemblence of veterans

Assemblies are gathering, I'm rapping for the better man

My by-line next to all the rhymes that I'm pedaling

Influenced by the truest to do it, It should be evident

Came a long way since a young white man

Every night plan's detrimental to my life span

Now finally, I got my shit together

I match my shirt, and my kicks together

But that's vanity, I guess I'm vain, Maine Gretzky

Sicker than some liquor then I'll mix it with your Pepsi

S-P-O-S-E, rhyme sexy

You'll need a bigger clipboard than that to assess me

Hi, no yacht, I'm a landlubber

Sip a Sam's Summer with the cover band drummer

Peacock rappers, open up their trap

Those are dope feathers but you birds can't rap

And I've been going pretty fucking hard from the start

Peter beat the beat apart and leave it sobbing in the dark

Dankonia

[Hook]

Old school players and new school fools

Spose keep it jumping like kangaroos

Skew it on the barbie, we ain't tryin' to loose

They be like, "God damn it, they done changed the rules"

Old school players and new school fools

P. Dank keep it jumping like kangaroos

Skew it on the barbie, we ain't tryin' to loose

They be like, "God damn it, they done changed the rules"

[Outro]

(Ladies and Gentlemen!)

God damn it we done changed the rules

(This is my first time in Maine)