Poland Spring

[Intro:]
Yuh, yuh

[Verse 1: JR Specs]
This is for the V-dub I've been going in
They think they violent up until they fuck with double rims
Skrrtin' in the Benz, hell no, not I
Cop green, pop-eye
See you later, bye-bye
Jimmy might be pissed if this microphone melts
Would you believe the studio is paying for itself?
You know, me neither, but here we are
VCR, I'm wound up, strung guitar
Lil quill don't touch that, touch that
Hit her in the rubber like a hub cap, hub cap
If this shit's trash I'm a compact, trust that
I could never bust back, let em' take the bus back
Boy, that's diesel, flow lethal
Sick, and kick your girl with no needles
Smoke legal, I've been on the fast track
Let the cat practice, wilding full of fat jacks and the rat fractions
Pizza man tips, I been nice with it ever since phone flipped
Rapping in my seventh grade class ever since, I been on my shit

[Chorus: ? JR Specs]
Only snakes stepping, I got your line on mute
Cheap motherfuckers hit me with their eye on you
Kinda hard to be mad when the sky is so blue
And we playing to eleven, gotta win by two
We just copped a new lamp from the yard sale
We got the lamp in this bitch
Kinda hard to be mad when the sky is so blue
And we playing to eleven, gotta win by two

[Verse 2: J.3K]
Melt my microphone down and make me a silver medal
How could I be pissed at this kid when he's feeling yellow
It's true, lately I've been blue
With a lot of purple cloud and everything I do
But now it's pedal to the metal, uh-huh
Check me out, got my fuzz, head banging
With a strat, I cast the plug to a board or a fresh mesa
I boogie like I'm chasing a ring
Fucking (?) a duke
Head to the league with my cousins
That'll make me a king
Ooh, baby, I'm through with this: "ooh, maybe"
He won't or he will, red or blue pill
Gimme em' both, I jump in this game
Killing for jokes like: "hahaha"
I'm over their head like pencil mics
Over the throne, and then I'm gone
Young casper, friendly as fuck
But if I see you out in public, my tendencies duck
No denting me, I'll just wait for my bat signal
Better yet, Josh hit me with that time to fucking rap signal

[Chorus: ? JR Specs]
Only snakes stepping, I got your line on mute
Cheap motherfuckers hit me with their eye on you
Kinda hard to be mad when the sky is so blue
And we playing to eleven, gotta win by two
We just copped a new lamp from the yard sale
We got the lamp in this bitch
Kinda hard to be mad when the sky is so blue
And we playing to eleven, gotta win by two