Lyrics:

And a two and a three
Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh yo
Who rocks a party 'til the cows come home
And doesn't have cows so it keeps moving on?
It's Peter (hey!)
You're now rockin' with the Pete and crew tonight (alright)
Who rocks a party 'til the people all die
And then drags all the bodies outside and keeps rockin'?
It's Peter (hey!)
You're now rockin' with the Pete and crew tonight
You're now rockin' with the best rapper with a concave chest
To give it to you nonetheless, I got the illest
Raps in the village, plus the most villains
Have my molars looking Coca-Cola since we were some children
I'm the visionary vigilante, up the ante
Kicked over your hill but you're still actin' antsy
B-b-bzz-b-shoo fly don't bother me
You don't do it properly, don't touch my pottery
Fantastic, you damn bastard
This shit's handcrafted, it is made in Maine
And I've been at it for a good while, never hood style
And my clique sticks together like it's a wood pile
So, so pile into the whip
Virgin Mary has a baby every time I spit
'Cause I'm known to rock a party 'til the cops come
Then I open up the door, tell them we're not done
Who rocks a party 'til the cows come home
And doesn't have cows so it keeps moving on?
It's Peter (hey!)
You're now rockin' with the Pete and crew tonight (alright)
Who rocks a party 'til the people all die
And then drags all the bodies outside and keeps rockin'?
It's Peter (hey!)
You're now rockin' with the Pete and crew tonight
You're now rockin' with the uh uh uh uh uh uh uh
You're now rockin' with the uh, most
Freshest, I'll give you no guesses
Said you're Alan Poe plus both S's
That's my fucking name, my mother's who to blame
They hear me rap, they're like "I can't believe he's from Maine!"
She's like "I can't believe it either, I heard he's Ryan Peters
I knew this kid he went to college with who sold him reefer
I heard he rocks sneakers that are old
And he lives up in Maine up in the
Cold, at least that's what I'm told"
"I-I-I-I-I can confirm it 'cause I saw him at McDonald's
In his car, it had Heineken bottles in it
It was disgusting, his whip was gross
I don't even think I could be down with those"
I'm like "I don't give a fizzuck, get up off my dizzuts
Everybody put your motherfucking handses up
If you don't have hands, then welcome to the show
I gotta ask the question, but you already know, yo"
Who rocks a party 'til the cows come home
And doesn't have cows so it keeps moving on?
It's Peter (hey!)
You're now rockin' with the Pete and crew tonight (alright)
Who rocks a party 'til the people all die
And then drags all the bodies outside and keeps rockin'?
It's Peter (hey!)
You're now rockin' with the Pete and crew tonight
They say "Oh, wack verses, lame hooks
And your shit sucks but looks good on Facebook"
Hell no, you can doubt my shit
You can count my money then get off my dis-
-Cography, bulky like Sam's Club
So great I'll make a snake put their hands up
Lick my man-butt, buy my t-shirt
You'll have your chance, little buddy, but it's me first
Peter Peeper, leader of the people living cheaper
Emcees see me, go "Jesus"
Get jealous, wanna beat me up
But these rappers just beneath me like Reese's cups, sluts