P.o.s. - Terrorish lyrics

Don't let 'em get a handful, see 'em with a handle of jack Or crossed fingers on the hands behind their back With a knack to trust then disrupt Lose trust then change the rules up And who's up for tax cuts? (crime pays) Hidden estates with like, really long driveways Crime pays, rats in the hallways Aim for the crack, f** minimum wage, it goes Anyways, sippin' on a dry gin Heavy headed living in and out of my skin And living livid, but glad for the chance at all Gla** full of gas with a rag in the other hand Wild like the Taliban Wild like a child slapped in the grin Black be the skin Packed full of carbon and starving again, c'mon There's eyes in the back of my head Hold up, the buck stops disintegrating here (yeah, right) The fear generator's here, y'all (warmer) Deviating clear past the consumer Room for improvement, trade space with some doom and gloom Renovate with the renegade, skate like the centigrade dropped Consider the cold copped, like a motorcade And roll away contagious and infect the vacant Good the f** gracious Gotta debase the basic, erase the face lift Taste a bad case of the breaks and heal Gotta create the makeshift, swagger like its yours and Debate whatever you don't feel And don't come, "Knock knock." "Who there?" Boo, boo-hooing Live a little better than a bad joke, who ruins Chew through your wrist, come on, let's do it, let's go There's eyes in the back of my head I want them blinded, I want them blinded But if I find the man who put my foot in the sand And other heavy hearts, oh oh oh Make it impossible to cleanse his sins So unforgettable, so unforgettable Ee-oh oh oh Ee-oh oh oh There's eyes in the back of my head