P.O.S., Slug - Bush-League Psych-Out Stuff lyrics
[P.O.S., Slug - Bush-League Psych-Out Stuff lyrics]
Audition? Yeah I got this
Yeah I was at your show
Yeah no I mean no I didn't like it
No I'm just saying I was there
And a doomtree! You suck ha ha ha
Alright fuck Cecil Otter, fuck POS, fuck Sims
Fuck dessa
Or whatever the fuck she calls herself
Fuck Paper Tiger
Swedish name for a Japanese punk band
Fuck, uh, Joe Mabbott
And fuck Alanis Morissette
Sometimes I feel like a
Bastard surrounded by fathers
Fashioning themselves to resemble
Action figures
Passing opinions across the pasture
Like we asked you like we have to have
Your last pieces gathered
Like it even matters
Like we're trying to climb this
Ladder a little bit faster
Like I'd rather let the captain
Lead us into disaster (crash)
Like the bladder never adapted to laughter
Like I won't be the first rapper
To cinder your plaster casters
And after the new dawn is gone
My name is Sean, I don't know no'n
But my songs and these coupons
I lost my soul and watched
It drip down her futon
I lost my God inside of a
Bush that sprouts nuke bombs
Now I'm looking for a word that don't exist
To help describe this selfish pride that
I hide inside this fist
We've arrived to loosen up this
Noose that keeps us lifted
And rip these stitches while I
Introduce this piece of shit
Yeah stand back (stand back)
Let me be the target, let your bullet hit
I'll handle that
Let me see you flex aggressive ignorance
See half these cats
Stagger lack the simple common sense to
Put one foot before the other
Hop, trip, slip slid into home base like
You planned rehearsed
Some kind of celebration dance
You got tagged at first and kept running
Jumping the gun for what you got coming
Homie no handout's till the pitcher hit's you
Your acting like your stitches rippin'
I got nothing but what my crew
And open folks are bumpin'
Trustin' their trust and feeling busted
For trusting their trust so fuck it
Everything else gets tugged under rugs
Til' I get something like a crowd
Of cats mumbling my words
Show me some heart, let me tug
(Slug: Give me a pound or a hug)
Hear the sound like a drug homie
Just free base beats, life's cheap
If you live it right, right?
If the words are tight, might
Brighten the head in the dark
Kill the night light
Stand back, no piggy backing with the Mad Max
A Minni-ap road warrior give
Me that hand clap
From the hatch back to Amtrack to aircraft
Ransacked every city that the kids be at
(the Virgo mac)
Jumping hurdles that you carried
In your back pack
The love curdles at the match books last act
Licking the stamps back just
For physical flashbacks
The times of writing rhymes to get
My cats and my plans back
They tell me I deserve to be happy
Now doesn't seem valid
'Til we get rid of alcohol
How many are doing nothing
But sucking on flavors?
I'm try'na edit the credit's while
Their critiquing the trailers
So I'mma rant like theres something to say
Making up my own dance I'mma do it this way
(watch me) and I'mma try and take it
All around the world
(While I'm out on tour keep
Your hand off my girl)
Sometimes I feel like the bastard son
Oh where the fucks my father
Like a shattered shoulder
Like the chip got smashed
Off to class At the door with
My shoes and my coat
So now I'm here again, I brought the clown
We came to rock the boat
I hope you're down, you set them up
I'll set the bar and drive around
We'll let your style do the knocking
Here's a pen go to town
Paint it with big broad strokes
I'll study your path
And hope your pride can take a joke when I
Say it's "dope" with air quotes and laugh
Man I'm please, d as shit to ask
How can I add you up
Devide your crew and still
Be horrible at math?
Now answer that and stay fashionable
(just try it)
Go bash the bricks and stomp them koopas kid
The princess still ain't at this castle
Mr Of Course
The youngster hoarse from screaming on him
But shit, i toss the lozange quick and drop
My throat back on him
Turning teens into fiends from the
Beats to the bear hugs
I got the stuff that gets 'em
Buying up the ear plugs
(Close up your ears close up your whole face
This will melt your brain oozing
O-o-o-o no i wouldn't go outside
Looking like that ohhh)
Yeah I was at your show
Yeah no I mean no I didn't like it
No I'm just saying I was there
And a doomtree! You suck ha ha ha
Alright fuck Cecil Otter, fuck POS, fuck Sims
Fuck dessa
Or whatever the fuck she calls herself
Fuck Paper Tiger
Swedish name for a Japanese punk band
Fuck, uh, Joe Mabbott
And fuck Alanis Morissette
Sometimes I feel like a
Bastard surrounded by fathers
Fashioning themselves to resemble
Action figures
Passing opinions across the pasture
Like we asked you like we have to have
Your last pieces gathered
Like it even matters
Like we're trying to climb this
Ladder a little bit faster
Like I'd rather let the captain
Lead us into disaster (crash)
Like the bladder never adapted to laughter
Like I won't be the first rapper
To cinder your plaster casters
And after the new dawn is gone
My name is Sean, I don't know no'n
But my songs and these coupons
I lost my soul and watched
It drip down her futon
I lost my God inside of a
Bush that sprouts nuke bombs
Now I'm looking for a word that don't exist
To help describe this selfish pride that
I hide inside this fist
We've arrived to loosen up this
Noose that keeps us lifted
And rip these stitches while I
Introduce this piece of shit
Yeah stand back (stand back)
Let me be the target, let your bullet hit
I'll handle that
Let me see you flex aggressive ignorance
See half these cats
Stagger lack the simple common sense to
Put one foot before the other
Hop, trip, slip slid into home base like
You planned rehearsed
Some kind of celebration dance
You got tagged at first and kept running
Jumping the gun for what you got coming
Homie no handout's till the pitcher hit's you
Your acting like your stitches rippin'
I got nothing but what my crew
And open folks are bumpin'
Trustin' their trust and feeling busted
For trusting their trust so fuck it
Everything else gets tugged under rugs
Til' I get something like a crowd
Of cats mumbling my words
Show me some heart, let me tug
(Slug: Give me a pound or a hug)
Hear the sound like a drug homie
Just free base beats, life's cheap
If you live it right, right?
If the words are tight, might
Brighten the head in the dark
Kill the night light
Stand back, no piggy backing with the Mad Max
A Minni-ap road warrior give
Me that hand clap
From the hatch back to Amtrack to aircraft
Ransacked every city that the kids be at
(the Virgo mac)
Jumping hurdles that you carried
In your back pack
The love curdles at the match books last act
Licking the stamps back just
For physical flashbacks
The times of writing rhymes to get
My cats and my plans back
They tell me I deserve to be happy
Now doesn't seem valid
'Til we get rid of alcohol
How many are doing nothing
But sucking on flavors?
I'm try'na edit the credit's while
Their critiquing the trailers
So I'mma rant like theres something to say
Making up my own dance I'mma do it this way
(watch me) and I'mma try and take it
All around the world
(While I'm out on tour keep
Your hand off my girl)
Sometimes I feel like the bastard son
Oh where the fucks my father
Like a shattered shoulder
Like the chip got smashed
Off to class At the door with
My shoes and my coat
So now I'm here again, I brought the clown
We came to rock the boat
I hope you're down, you set them up
I'll set the bar and drive around
We'll let your style do the knocking
Here's a pen go to town
Paint it with big broad strokes
I'll study your path
And hope your pride can take a joke when I
Say it's "dope" with air quotes and laugh
Man I'm please, d as shit to ask
How can I add you up
Devide your crew and still
Be horrible at math?
Now answer that and stay fashionable
(just try it)
Go bash the bricks and stomp them koopas kid
The princess still ain't at this castle
Mr Of Course
The youngster hoarse from screaming on him
But shit, i toss the lozange quick and drop
My throat back on him
Turning teens into fiends from the
Beats to the bear hugs
I got the stuff that gets 'em
Buying up the ear plugs
(Close up your ears close up your whole face
This will melt your brain oozing
O-o-o-o no i wouldn't go outside
Looking like that ohhh)