Yeah
P.O.S
Bitch
Hey Roger Rabbit, I got a habit
Got a lot of magic in my pocket fabric
I can't stop this madness
I need a lot of practice in the proper tactics
To shock the masses like cockin' asses
Wonder what my doctor askin
What's these spots and rashes
Are you droppin' acid
Then pop another tab in
And then you gonna need some aspirin
I'm Obama with this rappin
I use commas, I use fractions
Look at drama, and I'm laughin
I could probably do a backspin
If my hobby wasn't smashin
Kimo Sabe and Aladdin
I'm wasabi, you a radish
And you try to copy fashion
Like you popular with faggots
Marijuana, I'm an addict
You a poser, and it's tragic
And I'ma shake the top
Like I storm up in an attic
I inform you that you wack
And you still performin' that shit
Why you recordin'
You are 40, you are boring
And you're rappin
Don't distort it if you're touring
Or your story actually happened
But if you slower than what you order
Then you need to slow your rations
I rep California to Florida
Rhode Island the Atlas
I'm Jordan and Cassius
Transformed into a cracker
Good morning, all you bastards
Would you please go roll my grass up
Some Folgers, and my only order
Is you do it faster
I'm gettin' older, I'm a stoner
So I like relaxin
The way you hold the microphone
I just know you slackin
But when I flow, I got soul
Like I'm blowin' ashes
You too slow to get that though
Just focus on the casket
Now opposite the options
And now I hope you have it
Metaphors are overloaded
Don't provoke the passion
So I just hold my own
Load a bowl, roll a fat one
When I'm lone and cold
In the zone, it don't matter
I'm prone to combine songs
With poems and dope data
I don't deal with clones
That blow they dough's cabbage
I just go solo
Then I ghost with a whole stash, bitch
Blowin' up my phone
I'm like, yo, you got jacked, bitch
I don't owe what you got loaned
You got it backwards
I condone that you go home
And pay taxes
Methadone is so strong
And long-lasting
I just pack the bong
So long with that wack shit
So long with that crack shit
Those habits
I'm back, bitch
Don't relax
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Yeah
P.O.S
Bitch
Hey Roger Rabbit, I got a habit
Got a lot of magic in my pocket fabric
I can't stop this madness
I need a lot of practice in the proper tactics
To shock the masses like cockin' asses
Wonder what my doctor askin
What's these spots and rashes
Are you droppin' acid
Then pop another tab in
And then you gonna need some aspirin
I'm Obama with this rappin
I use commas, I use fractions
Look at drama, and I'm laughin
I could probably do a backspin
If my hobby wasn't smashin
Kimo Sabe and Aladdin
I'm wasabi, you a radish
And you try to copy fashion
Like you popular with faggots
Marijuana, I'm an addict
You a poser, and it's tragic
And I'ma shake the top
Like I storm up in an attic
I inform you that you wack
And you still performin' that shit
Why you recordin'
You are 40, you are boring
And you're rappin
Don't distort it if you're touring
Or your story actually happened
But if you slower than what you order
Then you need to slow your rations
I rep California to Florida
Rhode Island the Atlas
I'm Jordan and Cassius
Transformed into a cracker
Good morning, all you bastards
Would you please go roll my grass up
Some Folgers, and my only order
Is you do it faster
I'm gettin' older, I'm a stoner
So I like relaxin
The way you hold the microphone
I just know you slackin
But when I flow, I got soul
Like I'm blowin' ashes
You too slow to get that though
Just focus on the casket
Now opposite the options
And now I hope you have it
Metaphors are overloaded
Don't provoke the passion
So I just hold my own
Load a bowl, roll a fat one
When I'm lone and cold
In the zone, it don't matter
I'm prone to combine songs
With poems and dope data
I don't deal with clones
That blow they dough's cabbage
I just go solo
Then I ghost with a whole stash, bitch
Blowin' up my phone
I'm like, yo, you got jacked, bitch
I don't owe what you got loaned
You got it backwards
I condone that you go home
And pay taxes
Methadone is so strong
And long-lasting
I just pack the bong
So long with that wack shit
So long with that crack shit
Those habits
I'm back, bitch
Don't relax
P.O.S
Bitch
Hey Roger Rabbit, I got a habit
Got a lot of magic in my pocket fabric
I can't stop this madness
I need a lot of practice in the proper tactics
To shock the masses like cockin' asses
Wonder what my doctor askin
What's these spots and rashes
Are you droppin' acid
Then pop another tab in
And then you gonna need some aspirin
I'm Obama with this rappin
I use commas, I use fractions
Look at drama, and I'm laughin
I could probably do a backspin
If my hobby wasn't smashin
Kimo Sabe and Aladdin
I'm wasabi, you a radish
And you try to copy fashion
Like you popular with faggots
Marijuana, I'm an addict
You a poser, and it's tragic
And I'ma shake the top
Like I storm up in an attic
I inform you that you wack
And you still performin' that shit
Why you recordin'
You are 40, you are boring
And you're rappin
Don't distort it if you're touring
Or your story actually happened
But if you slower than what you order
Then you need to slow your rations
I rep California to Florida
Rhode Island the Atlas
I'm Jordan and Cassius
Transformed into a cracker
Good morning, all you bastards
Would you please go roll my grass up
Some Folgers, and my only order
Is you do it faster
I'm gettin' older, I'm a stoner
So I like relaxin
The way you hold the microphone
I just know you slackin
But when I flow, I got soul
Like I'm blowin' ashes
You too slow to get that though
Just focus on the casket
Now opposite the options
And now I hope you have it
Metaphors are overloaded
Don't provoke the passion
So I just hold my own
Load a bowl, roll a fat one
When I'm lone and cold
In the zone, it don't matter
I'm prone to combine songs
With poems and dope data
I don't deal with clones
That blow they dough's cabbage
I just go solo
Then I ghost with a whole stash, bitch
Blowin' up my phone
I'm like, yo, you got jacked, bitch
I don't owe what you got loaned
You got it backwards
I condone that you go home
And pay taxes
Methadone is so strong
And long-lasting
I just pack the bong
So long with that wack shit
So long with that crack shit
Those habits
I'm back, bitch
Don't relax
Writer: MIchael Johnson
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