P.o.s. - Typecast lyrics

[Hook 1] My jacket look wet My paint job wet My hurricane can take your breath My hurricane can take your breath My paint job wet My jacket look wet My hurricane can take your breath My hurricane can take your breath You better watch your step [Verse 1: P.O.S.] Yeah, Trukfit, truck nuts, I'm a Honda No f**s, marijuan where I want to We're '97, J-Lo, Anaconda Young bucks leaving crust where they wander Paint job wet, stay off the Maaco Stay out my window, stay in my rear view Stay in the clear, dude, whenever you hear crews Stay out they mixtapes, get out the heat, shoot Shoot guns, shoot cum, shoot flicks Kick dicks, dumb, move bricks Cement, glue, building sh** No sh**, dude, I mean quick Be a beast, be a monster Watch for the cops, knock off the robber What? Rob, steal, get the copper Yep, see the teeth, be the chomper And masticate, mash the hate to paste They sedate, we thrash and smash the state Cheshire with elastic face No sire, no dice, I'ma crash the courtyard A Templar, appearance exemplar Test faith all summer and winter And spring off the front hand, land in a stall With a peace sign backwards like f** all y'all I'm from Texas, *he ain't y'all* *His telephone number is on the wall* [Hook 2] His paint job wet His jacket look wet His hurricane can take your breath My hurricane can take your breath You better watch your step [Verse 2: Hemlock Ernst] Calabases with alabaster We avid fasters we dragon catchers Son sign lung twine dumb violent ba*tards We silence masters, we bind and capture With the curses Flirt with the verse fore spitting in the frame Pigeon simile the same as my broken English brain Like a rum and Coca train Drunk driving in the rain and the silence is the same Petal on the rose, tulips on my growth, kettle for a nose Pour me in the flow, Edgar Allan Jones Hang with Quincy for the show, just for the promo Shoot me in slow-mo, gold pen, no-doz Old friends don't show, new friends don't know Old trends, old bros, new trends, new clothes Pencils know though All I hang is with kinfolk, though [Verse 3: Serengeti] Look, you cannot cook I just want to say that you got some books You got the look and you can read You can get a job if you got some leads You can get a job and move to Prague You can move to Bratislava You can study and become a doctor I just want to say that you hot as lava But you cannot cook no pasta But you smoke weed like a rasta Are you tired? I think I'm wired I think my teeth are clenched like pliers Think I need to hang up fliers I think I am your new supplier Let's get higher like a pelican Just want to say that I am a gentleman Take my arm and move to Maryland We can raise a little terrapin We can be happy after all I got your number from the bathroom wall [Hook 1] [Verse 4: Busdriver] Blood from the head As succulent thread off the cup of a fez You've adopted a child soldier He's not tucked into bed The adamant stretches A likkle s**y on the Vatican steps My jacket look wet, yeah, my jacket look wet I'm speaking in accents and bottling lightning bolts Caramelized pancreas, a** through our jeans You served the warlord who seeps in the wasteland Manipulate talking points, end up with a spray tan Can't grill the belongings or sell your belongings Feed the uneven maw I'm munching you cheese balls in a ceramic jaw I got keys to my stolen car I'm screaming like a heave in a piste that Jesus is law Am I the oldest man of marble? The polls do it for the multitude of ex-janitors and golden booze All the pizza men incarcerated Is there no Josephine beggar doppelganger in my near future? In my near future Am I near a computer? Oh!