Originally Posted by P.O.S. (Let It Rattle)

There ain't nobody to be pretty for, **** it,
Let it rattle,
Let the clatter kill 'em,
Let the cataclysm wash,
Who really listens?
Precision with a verse draws a crowd,
I draw a line between an easy melody,
And peace of mind,
I keep the gain tweaked,
Freak the same to it's own thing,
Spit the plain pain,
Econolines for the dime class,
It's a god damn recession,
Show a little respect, You Pfizer babies,
Look at how they hate, pilled out,
Bounce they liver off they top eight,
Who got a fix for the fix?
Bush, no more,
Nobody's like "Dufrane, search party of four"
Tell me, who's eating?
I mean well,
Who's beaten shell toes kick a hole in who's cheatin', hell,
Need it while you can, Serve,
Get swerved, get sleep, Buy it up, come on,
They out for presidents to represent them,
You think a president could represent you?
You really think a president would represent you? (right...)
They call me P.O.S.,
Bold from the go to the goal,
To them ice cold bones,
Freezing in the 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 Doomtree, sponsored by the Rhymesayers,
It's 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 Syle, Plus guts, cap cut, no fresh, no clean, All Press, Yes mean,
Swoosh removed,
Loose the coool,
Choose whatever behooves the Dude,
Move through any mood with ease,
Ravage the rules,
Ravishing rude,
Randy Savage the fools,
Handy with tools cutting my own key,
Cattle to meat,
Sheep splitter, Kennel killer,
Handmade handgunner,
Fanblade Runner (huh?)
Promise of skill,
Better than blessed,
Promise of stress,
Livin' and Breathing,
Mother**** all the rest,
Now what do you do...

Exactly...
No, not exactly like, you don't do anything...
Exactly, more like..
What exactly do yo udo?

They hide there eye and can't describe,
What they been missing,
They fire blind and can't describe,
What they been laying down...
But they laying down...

They hide there eye and can't describe,
What they been missing,
They fire blind and can't describe,
What they been laying down...
Yeah, they laying down...

(They hide there eye and can't describe,
What they been missing,
They fire blind and can't describe,
What they been laying down...
Yeah, they laying down...)

I can't tell if it's the bees or the sting,
The honey or the wax on the wing,
But people just Wal-mart what they worth,
Rollback,
They don't get to pick what you deserve,
What exactly do you do, sir? (Serve),
What exactly do you do, miss? (Take)
Tell who the hell are you?
You're ouf of your element Donny,
Shut up,
Double double eat up,
Ride,
The Dude abides...

They hide there eye and can't describe,
What they been missing,
They fire blind and can't describe,
What they been laying down...
Yeah, they laying down...