[P.O.S]

How you feelin'? What you lookin' at, huh?
Something so fly, someone you can not sum up
Doper than something someone could end careers with
Sicker than slippin' sketchy shit into beers then
And them dudes get cut, no pass
Don't come around, you won't last
It's a Minneap massacre
Last in the cab is a speed bump
Don't flinch, don't jump
And I don't bump nothing but Sick Trim, nah
I slide past all the trash, gimme them
And I only drink gasoline, I only eat acid
Only eat candy-ass lives when they tragic
Only kill kids when they act hella savage
But actually average
Smash em and laugh, it's a blast
Snatch all the crap in your stash
Laugh with the cash and a match
And fuck your motives
And fuck what you workin' if that shit ain't forward
We been on that, burn that shit if it ain't soldier
And I am not about your bullshit
I am not about to worry, your insignificant feels big
I feel sick for your mother
I got some real shit for your lover
And you can not run with these ill motherfuckers
[Hook - Sims]
You cannot run with us
You cannot—you cannot run with us
Nah, you are a bummer
You cannot run with us
You cannot—you cannot run with us
You've been waitin' for the fall all summer

[Sims]
Pick, pick, pick 'em out
While their little light flick, flick, flicker out, huh
What they so sick about?
Couldn't understand what they would and wouldn't figure out
Ay, you stick em up before the blix, fill 'er up
Go around the town, swing the dick around
Stickin' out like a hitchhiker
Ain't a damn thing like him, how I live
All these little p-p-p-p-puppies so sick, little victims
Sick Trim evict 'em, ay
What you gonna say, sound man?
This whole stage my playground, man
One man band, animal
That's the thing about him
Now that I think about it, damn I'm a fuckin' problem (ugh)
Damage done (yuh) but it's fun
They always goin' for the pump fake and the data dump
Batter up, fan 'em, add 'em up, tally man
They're slippin' on their own yellow bellies
I tell what you it is, not what you wanna hear from me
Not what you wanna hear from me
But I won't lie to ya
Nah, I won't lie to ya
Flow movin' like a Ryu hadouken
Ah you knew it, how you doin'? yeah I'm pukin'
On the tube is the mind pollution
I'm the work around, sonic youth distribution
Is that soothin' what I brought up?
They've got stupid in an armada
But we know no realer
Four gorillas sunk your whole flotilla—killa!
[Hook - Sims (P.O.S)]
You cannot run with us
You cannot—you cannot run with us (Shut 'em up)
Nah, you are a bummer
You cannot run with us (Shut 'em up, shut 'em up)
You cannot—you cannot run with us (They don't bring they own light anyway)
You've been waitin' for the fall all summer

[Outro - P.O.S (Sims)]
Shut 'em up, shut 'em up
Yeah, shut 'em up
They don't say shit anyway (You've been waitin' for the fall all summer)
Ain't nobody need that old way (Nah, you cannot run with us, you cannot run with us)
They don't bring they own light anyway
They don't bring they own light anyway