Sick Pout - P.O.S

Motherfucker I’m a mess

I’m a creep

No fresh

So me repping Doomtree

Home team in your city or mine

We world wide (What's yours like?)

Life’s so ill

So true, so will

Counting that paper

Spend it on bills

Naughty By Nature

Counting my kills

Plotting that caper

Leave em in chills

With a sick pout and let em sweat it out

It’s that I forget em and let em find a better route

For them, for me it’s all walls to the ground

'Til I fall 'til I’m down I will never let em doubt

From the back of the back

Passing the black mirror

Here homie you hold that

I reflect as a reflex

Living like a bomb threat

Take it out of context

Yes yes, fuel on the flame

Fame in the backseat, shotgun aimed

Fight til I’m lunchmeat

Haunt from the grave

And watch the ghost

Mafuckas won’t play

Baxman batshit

Taxman casket

Two guarantees I never cared to clash with

What you want a goodie goodie more?

If all the fun is illegal then what the fuck are we here for?

Nah, pack a bag hit the gas

We don’t even live here

If it’s only one lane pass

If it’s only one game quit

Only one life this is it

Why you trying to fit?

We freak out squares

We Minnesota vice we don’t care

You’re living by the price

We don’t dare

Yeah fucker we out here