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Lock-picks, Knives, Bricks And Bats P.O.S. I want to show them all that we can't be touched That we too out of hand and we move too much And we can take all that pressure Cause we don't want nothing at all Except for maybe some more of us Down All Of It P.O.S. mind looking to level up I be the best when I am highly under pressure Take it easy probably never In the breezy with the weather Probably off it probably on to something better Take the elevator up and Hunger Pains Three P.O.S. First VerseI know they hungry But, I don't think they want it inside Well, I'm gonna keep force feeding them till comets collide They vomit they lies and act all astonished when I Spit blood on a verse P.O.S. (hed) pe Runnin With A Gang The Heart Attacks Ooo how feels, dirty taste of steel, Two dollars worth of nickels across the mouth, three nights before Good goddamn man, clean off your hands He's cut and you're cut and you don't know where he's been Duct Tape P.O.S. baby had a dad Baby had nothing but a reason to be mad But Baby's got a Mama and a roll of duct tape and that's something, They got a love that won't break Second VerseBringing it right back to the wrong Little Kids P.O.S. the Rock of Gibraltar, Another sheep selfishly sent to the slaughter, holler, (It's gonna be one of those songs,) He lives like an audition, He skipped his intuition, Living like a nerve, on feelings and Meth-head vs Mcnugget P.O.S. Rock Kuwati, playing the bombs Raps and hand claps They're so long, it kinda worries my Mom! Kicking Knowledge in the face P.O.S. These mother-fuckers think I'm false and don't look twice at me And yeah I'm pissed I'll get revenge in a little bit Yeah I do get mean I'm excited to death I'm like earthquakes to SM58s I'm tired to death Piano Hits (Feat. Isaac Gale Of Marijuana Deathsquads) P.O.S. If you think that no one's looking If you think that no one's listening babe Then you're ahead of the game No machines no funerals No plugs to pull this is my living will And it all seems beautiful Let Weird Friends (We Don't Even Live Here) P.O.S. I ain't like ya'll I'm into weird shit I'm in the back getting weird with my weird friends Hugging the bass line Hopin' you feel this And these rhymes ain't tight they are terrorish And that girl's Bumper P.O.S. I take my time with it I take forever so sick of work and that clever Let's skip ahead to the next Pushin' my own limits I make it better Ain't no one touching my future Ain't no one fuck with my old shit Ants P.O.S. Every day's my birthday I'll make and break these insects Then I send them on their way Pay me. Music for Shoplifting P.O.S. Yea, that about sums it up But while some of them get crunk, I gets Stories and truths I share views See I, See why Crews choose the Fox News I see in CNBC CNBC and other shows It's crystal clear without Sarah Silverman P.O.S. Yo I remember head spin at ______ Used to get nervous when Zach here grabbed the mic And asked the crowd where the MCs at Take a look at me now The biggest disaster to ever grab a mic That's why I wear Wanted/Wasted (Feat. Astronautalis) P.O.S. It takes what it takes A little vague but I'll make it work thanks That's Minnesota on the mind I know every lyric of The Decline and sing it back Been living that might as well know the soundtrack That They Can't Come (Feat. Sims) P.O.S. flagged as a dirt bag Sick fuck punk with a rat in his book bag Pig pen with a head full of deal with it Mouth full of fuck that no concealing it In the burbs where the words don't sting Cause the birds and Fuck Your Stuff (Clean) P.O.S. on some shit Scuffing up your Nikes, spitting on your whip Kicking out your DJ, rock it then we dip [Verse 1] Looking out the window like Malcolm Just when I thought this culture was open they go and How We Land (feat. Justin Vernon) P.O.S. cause we know that we are so content to sleep where we land So sick we get to choose when we skip the plan Pay no intention no resentment ever evened out a weaker hand Get some comfort from the chemist and Fire In The Hole/Arrow To The Action P.O.S. I'm building my house Out of time out of place Out of step out of phase Get out of the way Or line up or give a hand No plan just guts No command We just understand The jig's up We grew up on songs and Bats The Uncluded and you wait and you never wanna leave 'Cause 1.5 million bats is what you need to see to grieve 1.5 million bats is what you think you need But 6 is enough to receive a little peace 'Cause every Fuck Your Stuff P.O.S. spitting on your whip Kicking out your dj, rocking then we dip We don't watch the replay, hey, hey, hey I never cared about your bucks So if I run up with the mask on, probably got a gas can too And Get Down (Feat. Mike Mictlan) P.O.S. beware citizen Terror got a new face class war hooligan Gimme what you want show me what you got Let me fix your market crash your stock Bad credit no credit should've never paid back Banks selling guns and Bricks Bombshell Rocks My friends and I we share the same goals I've had the same goals since I was 16 We've got the same kind if fighter soul Come and look, it burns like gasoline I see the end of another day The night arrives Bats The Joy Formidable The idea Is the fuel for a spirited life An idea just a thought If it’s wrong or right Pull us in pull us close and then pull ahead Don’t be told don’t let it go don’t say it’s something he said We Bats In The Belfry Annihilator Broken strings, a dozen picks, a lot of coffee and 10 drum sticks!! I'm a poet and I don't even know it! Ha!!' Knives Therapy? My girlfriend says that I need help My boyfriend says I'd be better of dead I'm gonna get drunk come round and fuck you up I'm gonna get drunk come round and fuck you up And you can't help my life but Knives Anni B Sweet Knives floating in the sky when I'm getting borred writnig all these songs talking about love there must be so much more than complicated words melodies were made to dance or cry Let's dance or cry let's Knives Bullet for My Valentine To cut and divide Another scar for memory Bring out the knives To cut and divide Let 'em bleed, watch 'em burn in the fire Digging a hole Bury the trust Lay it to rest Swallow the dirt Breathe Knives Fuel Knives by Fuel Give me one good reason To why you're so blind I covered your back again And you'd better cover mine [Chorus:] If I turned and walked away Would you stick your knives in me