Spose - (Peter Sparker) In This b**h lyrics

[Verse 1] I been telling fools, you can keep your pool full of j**els Since back in high school, when G-Unit was cool Man, they still talk about the things Ryan Peters pulled On the mi-i-ic, indefatigable And where Spose at? Look smokey Where's your hoes at? Where my homies? Get some Prozac, you look lonely Watch me break it down, I'm like a roady Where's your coke rap? In the nose bleeds Your go-to steez caked in your goatees No OG, but I G O for the G O L D Bro, you know me [Hook] Woo! Alright! Peter Sparker in this b**h Woo! Alright! Peter Sparker in this b**h [Verse 2] I'm slapping silly bands off of rappers' wrists I rap immaculate, you hate me? Sacrilege You think I s**? Well you don't know the half of it And secondly, that's just wildly inaccurate Check the stat sheet, looks gorgeous You must've heard wrong, check your sources Silly rabbits outsmarted by a tortoise Lyrically, they got balls on their noses, porpoise A bunch of dudes misconstrued Spose's purpose f**ing serpents, I leave 'em serviced ‘Cause my words flow together like it's cursive You look nervous, Peter Sparker in this b**h [Hook] Woo! Alright! Peter Sparker in this b**h Woo! Alright! Peter Sparker in this b**h [Verse 3] I got that "good times" rap, you should get involved Puff the peace pipe, chip a wall I'm a mix of John Steinbeck and Biggie Smalls You're a mix of vaginas and midget balls Peter Sparker, my only competition Writtens glisten, you'd know it if you listened If you didn't, you'd probably think different I turn white owls into roaches, magician And I could tell you about Israel and Palestine But I'd rather show these s**er rappers how to rhyme I'm not here to pontificate or speak down I'm just tryna have a good time 'fore I peace out