One, two, one, two
Pdank one, two, one, two
[Verse 1: Cam Groves]
It's that bomb lyricist coming with raw skill and it's
Got your jaw dropping and even your mom feeling it
And my job is to make you snobs furious
A fresh breath of air while everyone's all serious
And I don't need no one to show me how to grab a mic
When it comes to writing, I've been rapping almost half my life
Got an appetite for packing pipes, Christ
It's a ritual the way I kill this shit like a sacrifice
Then I switch the flow, shit's unpredictable
Got your misses wishing she was kissing like a mistletoe
Stay spitting 'till the pistons in my ticker blow
Double fist a couple cups of liquor while I twist the dro
Live in Maine where rich people get they lawn mowed
And when they make it rain, all the bitches grab a poncho
And these words are hard to read through the bong smoke
Let the bass grind like your teeth when you're on coke
[Hook: Cam Groves]
The rhymes dirtiest, turning it into wet mode
Almost in my thirties and I still refuse to get old
Find me in the studio, [?]
Or in a van touring on the way to the west coast, let's go
Take a bruise and move back
I came through to do a little [?]
Who's that dude in the Subaru wag?
In a crack hat and the baby blue plaid
[Verse 2: Cam Groves]
The rhyme citing define divine writing
How my mind be combining these rhymes with prime timing
You pine, writing on the sideline whining
With no backbone defined, it's like your spine's hiding (Where's it at?)
It's Wells, Maine throw you three in the air
Now I got you raw rappers looking medium rare
And if you ain't competing, you're in need of a pair
Because I keep excreting genius like I'm skeeting in hair
It's the Wells, Maine elitist, I'm the heir to the chair
Gotta climb a lot of stairs but prepared to get there
Like I'm married to the chair in my studio lair
Super glue up on my booty I ain't moving nowhere
So I keep pursuing what I do in the booth
And ever since a youth, I've been known for spewing the truth
And now you dudes suck like a hoover or two
I'll turn your crew into manure we're maneuvering through, ooh
[Hook: Cam Groves]
The rhymes dirtiest, turning it into wet mode
Almost in my thirties and I still refuse to get old
Find me in the studio, [?]
Or in a van touring on the way to the west coast, let's go
Take a bruise and move back
I came through to do a little [?]
Who's that dude in the Subaru wag?
In a crack hat and the baby blue plaid
[Bridge: Cam Groves]
Work on the first section
Try to perfect it
Motherfuckers think I'm softer than a Nerf weapon
Since my first record
You should bow down and worship my work ethic
[Verse 3: Cam Groves]
The word murderer serving you herbs verbally
I fill my pen with venom then I burn you to the third degree
I'm high serving these perverted hyperboles
Slurp a little bourbon to 'spurse a verse perfectly
The Maine rapper who came to bring laughter
Who laying in the game exchange for fame after
You lame bastards keep rapping on the same crap
Came to bring the pain back like removing Bane's mask
Pdank I protect and serve
I would love to blow up but respect is first
And I'm not nerd smart but I rep the 'burbs
As I perfect the art of connecting words
You can check a verse, you in a mood for losing
Dude came through, made some huge improvements
My whole crew new since we threw the blueprints
That we soon too be the newest movement
[Hook: Cam Groves]
The rhymes dirtiest, turning it into wet mode
Almost in my thirties and I still refuse to get old
Find me in the studio, [?]
Or in a van touring on the way to the west coast, let's go
Take a bruise and move back
I came through to do a little [?]
Who's that dude in the Subaru wag?
In a crack hat and the baby blue plaid
(Yo, it's Cam Groves motherfucker)
(I woke up like this)
(It's pdank 2015 son)
(Wells Maine, ha get 'em)
