P.o.s. - Final Boss lyrics

[Verse 1: Sims] There goes Johnny sweeping the leg There goes Jake cuffing the hands There are things that I'll never understand They're just looking for a buyer Easy meat, cheap prey supplier Situation looking dire Shot back at the devil I was heavy under fire It's okay I'm reloaded They can't rap along but goddamn, they quote it God damn it's frozen My heart is Minnesota This boulder If you didn't notice Something inside of me is slowly exploding I feel like Kobe on the sideline Sidewinder missile I am cyanide Inert for the last time land mine I am out of my Goddamn skull Pedal to the floor board I am all pulse I don't play fault I just dust off walk over them coals Iron out later I ain't waiting on an elevator Each mark is a caption Each line on my face shows exactly what happened [Hook: Dessa/Sims] [Dessa:] You'll know what you need when it slips by But I'm not looking back for the rest of my [Sims:] Get up like I never f**ing got up before And I get it like I never f**ing got it before [Dessa:] You'll see how dark once they hit the light Know what I've made from the marks on my hands [Sims:] Get up like I never f**ing got up before And I get it like I never f**ing got it before [Verse 2: Dessa] Simon says Miranda's right But William tells it different Says Gideon brought a rifle Was looking for a fight The Housewives of Gomorrah all boarded up from here to the border Sordid falling on our own swords or standing still Heartbreak hill I'ma make a fortune in small bills to show that I can give it back in my will Like the back of my hands I know hard work My back my hands Yeah both still hurt Like a catamaran two skins One for the water one for the wind Like a battering ram, I get it in lemme at it again and when the juniper blooms we get a river of gin [Verse 3: P.O.S.] Get up, let's go, move homie right now Shut em up, they make it hard to keep the food down Ninety-nine lives Livin' by the Konami code Fold em all origami mode Let the drama slow Never ever ever I'm an adventure Keep em on they toes Drippy-nose f**s flake I dip past no breaks Skippin' y'all flipping y'alls hot cakes eating I'ma man the damn Weber Stand aside, handle mine, add the cheddar Kiss the chef Nah gut, skin, and eat the chef before he eats the rest I'm here to keep the nest safe and sound the alarm Ride the earthquakes and hang ten harm Y'all get tame I'ma non-stopper Y'all flip the frame We pull the copper [Hook] [Verse 4: Mike Mictlan] Python wings, viper claws I been breaking all types of laws Diamond teeth, steel cut jaws Got raised by fightin' dogs Been around the block so many times Can't find my house Wanna fit the earth in the palm of my hand but it keeps on bustin' out Father figure, figure 8, motherland turned motherboard Satellite-ville fly the flag of the HD SMPTE color bars Plasticine, whole world building outward Second Life, no cheats for the first Warp Whistle level up out the gutter All hunger no thirst [Hook]