P.o.s. - Cabin k**er lyrics

[Verse 1: Dessa] Like the clock in the gut of the 'gator They all talk (tick) Earned every dime in my pocket They pocket watching Eyes wide—you must of gotten in the belladonna Watch if you wanna I work in that Castellano lisp French Resistance, Oxford comma Get press like I'm all cuff and collars Winter's brisk, double down, if you're gonna stay on it Seasons here even freeze the deep water But it keeps the genes hardy So feed a fever, the winter we starve keep Razor in the cheek, robin in the ribcage Braided in the street, hair down in the crib stay Easy on the beat Mouths get easier to feed Meter's running, every minute gotta matter—move I got a minimum to meet [Verse 2: Sims] I'm in that two-seater beater bumping Big Freedia Scheming on something I could eat up With this dime and this nickel I might take down Visa for the three percent I feed them I am not your profit I am Travis f**ing Bickle k** a paparazzi lobby Bring the body down to Lockheed Stuff it in a Maserati Just playing, that's just the funny sh** I'm dreaming While I'm pouring your Chianti Serve a couple tables and I'm off on my Bianchi I'm outie kemosabe weaving all these zombies by me Money, money, money all they ever f**ing say I should've left yesterday Okay I need a couple bucks to fill my cup and you know this But holding on to something gold never was the focus Never fell for the hocus pocus, it's all bogus Bullsh**, goldfish, guppies, yuppies f**ing disgust me Ugly man, I'm sick of this sh** so I untie my wrists And I undock my ship I dream a new planet with only fun occupants So I unco*k my hips and I dance like an idiot See how electric my city is Lake City pacemaker Put the pulse in it Big Sims and I keep it authentic [Verse 3: Mike Mictlan] Running Man jump back, bio-funk divisible Hungry Jack swing, hide your trunk visible Steel wool brillo teeth, sleepin like I'm Hampton Leak blood in widow's peaks, geekin up vampin C'mon Dougie I been rap—frrserious 4 minus 5 (1) Fantastic Furious WWF, www dot calm the f** down right now Or you'll get WW3'd, all of you dummy to me Money turn putty when fuddy duddies act funny with me D-Bo everything, eenie meanie that's mine I said gimme guh-gimme gimme gimme plenty Beamer and the Sim simma The Vimmy, the semi Petty bounty, any penny or any fedi Homie is you relevant? Lemme get a piece I'ma retell it, develop it, sell it to the beast Rollin in a bread box, mayo spillin On the ceiling, bailing 187 Satan kneeling, hailing, doing my bidding Grillin, never chillin, I'm Hella Frreal Peeling on God's lemons, spillin milk, drowning kittens Sick hurlin, feelin like I'm illin, wheelin, and dealin Mike the Thriller, chill k**er it's been a minute You can show and prove, I'ma stand and deliver it [Verse 4: Cecil Otter] I'm peeling off into the city lights Dripping like Dali in the alleyways I had my way with the ways of the world but the world found its way back Gray slacks, paid tax Laid tracks to the last spike But that was last night Wait um, that was just the D M T um We young, we dumb, we full of gun powder [Verse 5: P.O.S.] We got em back against they feelings They bent, they went willing We didn't push em Nah, tell them f**ers to Stay Puft Marshmallow men, harsh mellows When they get in ya space then settle in Never let em again Throw piss, throw em off of ya scent And never let em again They placate like we here to pretend Never let em in