P.O.S. Lyrics

The best lyrics I heard in a long time:


There ain’t nobody to be pretty for fuck it
Let it rattle
Let the clatter kill em
Let the cataclysm wash
Who really listens?
Precision with a verse draws a crowd
I draw a line between easy melody
And piece of mind
I keep the game tweaked
Freak the same to its own thing
Spit the plain pain
Econolines for the dime class
Its a god damn recession
Show a little respect
You Pfizer babies
Look how they hate
Pilled out
Bounce they liver off they top eight
Who got a fix for the fix
Bush no more
Nobody’s like “Dufrane, search party of four”
Tell me
Who’s eatin?
I mean well
Who’s beaten shell toes kick a hole in who’s
Cheatin hell
Need it while you can
Serve get swerved get sleep
Buy it up c’mon
They out for presidents to represent them
You think a president could represent you?
You really think a president would represent you? (Right)
They call me POS
Bold from the go to the goal
To them ice cold bones
Freezin in that Minnesota snow
Heatin up the winter with the flow
They make it rain (rain?)
Rain go away
Come again brave
Or when you bring a bit to help us grow
We them pro parade-rainers
Presented by Doomtree
Sponsored by the Rhymesayers
It’s a no brainer if you aim at the aimless
The same small change big drain
On my patience
My act
My scene
My play
My stage
My lines
My way
All day
All style
Plus guts
Cap cut
No fresh
No clean
All press
Yes mean
Swoosh removed
Loose the cool
Choose whatever behooves the dude
Move through any mood with ease
Ravage the rules
Randy Savage the fools
Handy with tools cutting my own key
Cattle to meat
Sheep splitter
Kennel killer
Handmade handgunner
Fanblade runner
Promise of skill
Better than blessed
Promise of stress
Livin and breathin
Motherfuck all the rest
Now what do you do?
They hide their eyes and can’t describe
What they been layin down
But they been layin down
I can’t tell if it’s the bees or the sting
The honey or the wax on the wing
But people just Wall-Mart what they worth
(But) they don’t get to pick what you deserve
What exactly do you do, sir? (Serve)
What exactly do you do, miss? (Take)
Tell who the hell are you?
You’re out of your element Donny
Shut up
Double double eat up
The Dude abides



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