Terrorish

[P.O.S.] Yeah, yeah... Don't let 'em get a handful, see 'em with a handle of jack Or crossed fingers on the hands behind their back And 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 hallway Aim for the crack, fuck minimum wage It goes, anyways sipping on a dry gin Heavy headed living in and out of my skin And living livid, glad for the chance Glass full of gas with a rag in the other hand Wild like a Taliban Wild like a child slapped in the grin, black be the skin Packed full of carbon Packed full of carbon and starving again, c'mon [Jason Shevchuk] There's eyes in the back of my head!!! [P.O.S.] Yeah, 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 fuck gracious Gotta debase the basic, erase the facelift Taste a bad case of the breaks and heal Gotta create the makeshift Swagger like it's yours and debate whatever you don't feel And don't come "Knock knock, who's there? Boo, boo, whoing" Live a little better than a bad joke Who ruins? Chew through your wrist Come on, let's do it, let's, let's, let's go [Jason Shevchuk] 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 I-oh, oh, oh I-oh, oh, oh There's eyes in the back of my head!!!