[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