P.O.S — Sarah Silverman lyrics

Lyrics

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 a ridiculous master_____
And a style you like whoa, maybe you don’t
Lemme call this real quick
Maybe I pwned you on a few tracks
You think you got some bones to pick
I ain’t gotta deal with shit like that anymore man
I met Bobby Gorgeous check it Tell it, P.O.S. so fresh
Has never settled for less
Unless of course you’re sore
Dealin' with Mr. Of Course
Yeah the source of the Doomtree
Tour de force of insane style
Pours from the pores
Of this poor black youth
Yet we all listen on for
Simply bored of ya Get the f**k outta here
Remember sixth grade
Pencil fights and thumb-wars and bikes?
Yeah well I still do that shit
…It's simple umm
Do that shit
f**king, the biggest f**king face I’ve seen in my life
No seriously you can stop it now
Yeah okay cool…