P.o.s. - Bush League Psyche-Out Stuff lyrics

Auditon? 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 s**, ha ha ha Alright, f** Cecil Otter, f** P.O.S., f** Sims Dessa, whatever the f** she calls herself Paper Tiger, Swedish name for a Japanese punk band Joe Mavin, f** Alanis Morissette Sometimes I feel like a ba*tard surrounded by fathers Fashioning themselves to resemble action figures Pa**ing 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 that's sent to your plaster casters And after the new dawn is gone My name is Sean, out on the lawn Put my songs in these coupons I lost my soul and watched it drip down her futon I lost my gardens out of a bush that sprouts snook bombs Now I'm looking for a word that don't exist To help disrupt 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... 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 like the simple common sense to put one foot before the other Hop, trip, slip Slid into home base base like you planned rehearse Some kind of celebration dance, you got tagged at first And kept running, jumping the gun for what you got coming Homie no handouts till the pitcher hits you You're acting like your stitches rippin' I got nothing but what my crew and open folks are bumpin' Trustin' their trust and feeling ba*tard for trusting their trust So f** it, everything else gets tucked under rugs Till I get something like a crowd of cats mumbling my words Show me some heart, let me tug (Give me a pound or a hug) Hear the sound like a drug homie Just free-based beats, life's cheap If you live it right, right? If the words are tight, might Bright the head in the dark, k** the night, right Stand back, no piggy backing with the mad mats A mini apple road warrior, give me that hand clap From the hash back to Amtrak to aircraft Ransacked every city that the kids be at, the fugro mack Jumping hurdles that you carried in your backpack The love curdles at the matchbooks last act Licking the stamps back just for physical flashbacks The times of writing rhymes to get my cats and my plants back They tell me I deserve to be happy Now doesn't seem valid till we get rid of half of How many are doing nothing but s**ing on flavours? I'm tryin' edit the credits 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 ba*tard son, oh where the f**'s my father Like a shattered shoulder, like the chick got smashed off my cla** 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 hold you 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 its dope with earcoats and laugh Man I'm pleased to sh** the a** How can I add you up, divide your crew and still be horrible at math? Now answer that and stay fashionable (just try it) Go bash the bricks and stomp them Kid the princess still ain't at this castle Mr. Of Course, the youngster hoarse from screaming on him But sh**, I toss the lozenge quick and drop my fullbacks on him Turning teens into fiends from the beats to the bear hugs I got the stuff to gets 'em buying up the ear plugs Close up your ears... Close up your whole face This will melt your brain... Oozing Oh no, I wouldn't go outside looking like that Oh, man