P.o.s. - Wearing A Bear lyrics

Ya ya ya yeah Brrrrrrrrrrr If that's P let me hear you say uuuuuuuuuh Hahahaaaaaaaa Alright alright uh Lazerbeak Hot dog Yeah ey Beak beat, street sweep, spring clean Beat feet, run and do the next thing Dead of wintering Talking to these mutant teens, splintering Making sure the foot won't win again Default fine, everything's cool The demeanor of a bomb pop Chilling in a pool with a bomb pop Dripping on these four finger j**els I don't give a f** Least about the sh** that's buggin you eh Watch the news and then realizing I do And theorizing about who Exactly do I gotta k** Just jokes y'all, I pacifist my anarchist National distraction tryna break my will Got me strollin in the infinite Fear of getting into it #blacklives Some of y'all indifferent Some of y'all don't give a sh** Some of y'all don't f** with it Some of y'all thought racism was over cause the President was black Smack dab in the middle of the smack and dabs renaissance In the lab tryna change the ambiance Or ambiance keep the ambulance handy Peep the battle stance champ Your boy ain't candy But uh, you got some skittle up my tiger mit In the spot wearing a bear, I am Revenant Punch it in your googler Check merriam-webster Imma hit the road tryna hang with Tiny Professor and hard_r And pull cards on these lame nards Tryna catch a Garfield Eat sleep great jorb Looking like a fistfight, smile like a break light Eyes all crumbly, words not fit right Tryptamines, flipped the memes tryna split the plan Hammer in the right, hella snacks in the other hand Trouble in the duffle sack Menace in the trench Couple struggles in the way back Running from the lynch-man, handle that Cataracts peeled, 20/20 future Yeah yeah, scalpel, suture New guts locked in Potter in the abdomen Thanks for the spot homie lifting up the map again Cat scratch feverish Seven year itchy with a bag full of bull Feeling ding dong ditchy Couple dollars and a full tank shifty Manoush Zomorodi and Roman mars is with me Yeah, whip whippin B-, Bending the corners up Ahh Fifth gearin, Flip fisting the Ok ok wait wait wait wait I got this Yeah, Whip whippin B-, Bending the corners up Cup holder fill of warm flat soda But the pa**enger is ice cold pushing down pressure When I die I'll get a hashtag Ain't sh** better Ahhhh #RIPPOS