P.O.S. - Sarah Silverman 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, POS 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 fuck 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
Fucking, the biggest fucking face I've
Seen in my life
No seriously you can stop it now
Yeah okay cool