Let It Rattle (Demo)

Lyrics

[Verse 1] There ain't nobody to be pretty for, fuck it, let it rattle Let the clatter kill 'em, let the cataclysm wash Who really listens? Precision with a verse can draw a crowd I draw a line between an easy melody and piece of mind How is this? (Turn it up!) I keep the game tweaked, freak the same To its own thing, spit the plain pain Econolines for the dime class, it's a goddamn recession Show a little respect you Pfizer babies Look at how they hate, pilled out, bounce they liver off they top eight Who's got a fix for the fix? Bush no more Nobody's like "Dufresne, search party of four" Tell me, who's eating? I mean well Who's beaten shell toes kick a hole in who's cheating hell? Need it while you can, serve, get swerved, get sleep Starve again, buy it up, starve again! [Hook] They out for presidents to represent you (gimme some bucks!) You think a president can represent you? (gimme some bucks!) You really think a president will represent you? (right) My name is P.O.S., bold from the go to the goal [Verse 2] To them ice cold bones, freezing in that Minnesota snow Heating up the winter with the flow They make it rain, rain, rain go away Come again brave, or when you bring a bit to help us grow Meanwhile we them pro parade-rainers Presented by the Doomtree, sponsored by the Rhymesayers A no-brainer if you aim at the aimless The same small change big drain on my patience (It's) my act, my scene, my play, my stage My lines, my way, all day, all style plus guts Cap cut, no fresh, no clean, all press, yes mean Swoosh, removed, lose the cool, choose whatever behooves the dude Move through any mood with ease Ravage the rules, ravishing mood, Randy Savage the fools Handy with tools, cutting my own key And cattle to meat, sheep splitter, kennel killer Handmade handgunner, fanblade runner, huh? Promise of skill, better than blessed, promise of stress Living and breathing, motherfuck all the rest [Hook] You out for presidents to represent you (gimme some bucks!) You think a president can represent you? (gimme the bucks!) You really think a president will represent you? (gimme some bucks!) (right) My name is P.O.S., bold from starting fucking (?) fucking bones, fuckers! Hahah