Fuck Your Stuff P.O.S.

like Malcolm Just when I thought this culture was open, they go doubt em Fuck, dumbin it down, spit ice skip jewelry Molotov cocktails on me like accessory Um, they could teach you how to front

Fuck Your Stuff (Clean) P.O.S.

[Hook] My whole crew's on some shit Scuffing up your Nikes, spitting on your whip Kicking out your DJ, rock it then we dip [Verse 1] Looking out the window like Malcolm Just when I thought this culture

Fuck Your Stuff (Instrumental Ver.) P.O.S.

like Malcolm Just when I thought this culture was open, they go doubt em Fuck, dumbin it down, spit ice skip jewelry Molotov cocktails on me like accessory Um, they could teach you how to front

All Of It P.O.S.

whip Juice in the cup scuffs on the kicks Trash in the clerb never tryna mix It's a drag how some of these people live Ima get a little wiggle in it anyway 'Til I had enough Spillin' every drink man fuck

Get Down (feat. Mike Mictlan & Greg Grease) P.O.S.

Gimme gimme wah We too dirty man Shimmy shimmy ya Skinny bars naw All cents no penny jar Snub a star celebrity fed No meals worth mentioning all unsettling Nihilist anarchist mind set reddening Need what fuck

Get Down (Feat. Mike Mictlan) P.O.S.

Gimme gimme wah We too dirty man Shimmy shimmy ya Skinny bars naw All cents no penny jar Snub a star celebrity fed No meals worth mentioning all unsettling Nihilist anarchist mind set reddening Need what fuck

Bumper P.O.S.

I take my time with it I take forever so sick of work and that clever Let's skip ahead to the next Pushin' my own limits I make it better Ain't no one touching my future Ain't no one fuck with my old shit

Kicking Knowledge in the face P.O.S.

that Been a little cold since the first time P.O.S.

Meth-head vs Mcnugget P.O.S.

Who the fuck he think he is?

P.O.S. (hed) pe

i'm sorry i couldn't live up to so sorry i couldn't be like you i'm sorry i couldn't become what you are I couldn't have tried any less I hate becoming your regret I kinda like what you put me through

Wanted/Wasted (Feat. Astronautalis) P.O.S.

living that might as well know the soundtrack That blank stare that doesn't make you care Shit it's not designed to make you care They bet you won't care You don't So I guess next come We don't give a fuck

They Can't Come (Feat. Sims) P.O.S.

Hey I'm a flash in a class of my own A disaster with thoughts overblown I massacre average crap With a head so advanced I was kicked out of school never warned Picked out red flagged as a dirt bag Sick fuck

They Can't Come (feat. Sims, Lizzo, Cliff Rhymes, Chris Hooks, Jeremy Nutzman & Greg Grease) P.O.S.

[Verse one - P.O.S.]

Ants P.O.S.

packaging Computers computers please All the robots are walking now Back in the swing of things They sing for the distraction it brings I flap my jaws cuz I'm the one Who works the crap outta these things Fuck

Sarah Silverman P.O.S.

maybe you don't Lemme call this real quick Maybe I pwned you on a few tracks You think you got some bones to pick I ain't gotta deal with shit like that anymore man I met Bobby Gorgeous check it Tell it, P.O.S

Hunger Pains Three P.O.S.

must be on a passion strike I see the picket signs shouting Everybody who wants some props, just get in line Serving number 37 All of y'all just wait Good job, now pat yourself on the back And attach your

Music for Shoplifting P.O.S.

sums it up But while some of them get crunk, I gets Stories and truths I share views See I, See why Crews choose the Fox News I see in CNBC CNBC and other shows It's crystal clear without a PCS phone P.O.S

Fire In The Hole/Arrow To The Action P.O.S.

of our idols It's hard to not feel tricked It's hard not to feel a bit of resentment at their penchant for bullshit An impulse prescription obsession placed on pure waste Expulsion from that whatever your

How We Land (feat. Justin Vernon) P.O.S.

as I'm not exposed This place is wrong for me Offer me All or nothing All for nothing Love me not Watch me closely Call my bluff and call the shots Roller coasting off the lot Out the box busted But fuck

Little Kids P.O.S.

sincerity rarely comes in clearly, To her it was all fake, mock life, mock friends, She wanted to paint it white, and start again, She wrote letters to her little brother and mother, And packed up her stuff

How We Land (Feat. Justin Vernon Of Bon Iver) P.O.S.

as I'm not exposed This place is wrong for me Offer me All or nothing All for nothing Love me not Watch me closely Call my bluff and call the shots Roller coasting off the lot Out the box busted But fuck

Duct Tape P.O.S.

thank god you're swift They cough up blood and choke on it You're not needed, you're not welcome back here in Minneapolis You're not worth shit, you're not worth shit, You're not worth shit Put that in your

Lock-picks, Knives, Bricks And Bats P.O.S.

what's under the bed the last threads Unrest in the flesh and restless Can't choose to stop us We some bad news maracas What's a law but a leash Can't lock got tools to pop those reckless And just out of your

Weird Friends (We Don't Even Live Here) P.O.S.

with my weird friends Hugging the bass line Hopin' you feel this And these rhymes ain't tight they are terrorish And that girl's not white she's an anarchist And we float like kites through your

Piano Hits (Feat. Isaac Gale Of Marijuana Deathsquads) P.O.S.

you're ahead of the game No machines no funerals No plugs to pull this is my living will And it all seems beautiful Let it go on with the carousel Any day in a daze in the grey in the dirt With a foot on your

Muscle Junkie (Album Version) (Edited Ver.) Violent soho

You thought the world Owed you a smile Your parents cheer Your dad was proud Monday does not apply to you Fuck you, fuck you I can't trust you So dig my head Into the ground This muscle junkie Tied me

Bad Stuff Cactus

juices When I found out That our little agreement's Non-exclusive Ah damn She let celebrity status hit So I'm thinking of tactics How to leave ran down Prophylatics On the mattress So I practice Hoping to stuff

Good Stuff U.G.K.

Wow, those motherfuckers kissin', man they still kissin' Niggas jackin' they dick up onto the car over there I don't participate in that rapin' myself shit, fuck that I need to get me some motherfucker

Keep My Stuff Valley

There's little things you never think about Like calling your name in an empty house To hear the echo coming back around So deafening Glad it ain't happening Sometimes I just sit here And get lost in my

Hot Stuff Pussycat Dolls

Looking for your hot stuff Baby, tonight I want your hot stuff I got to feel it Got to have your hot stuff Got to have your love tonight Ooh yeah I want you back Ooh yeah I want you back

Signed, Sealed, Delivered I`m Yours Stuff

Now I'm wondering if your love's still strong Oo baby, here I am, signed, sealed, delivered, I'm yours Then that time I went and said goodbye Now I'm back and not ashamed to cry Oo baby, here I am,

Signed, Sealed, Delivered I'm Yours Stuff

Now I'm wondering if your love's still strong Oo baby, here I am, signed, sealed, delivered, I'm yours Then that time I went and said goodbye Now I'm back and not ashamed to cry Oo baby, here I am, signed

I Wanna... Kurupt

For all the girls you know you in the Garden Eden This is the dumb pick, I love to fuck To my baby girl Denim You can't wait till we gets on to crash your body Kurupt: Dogg Pound Gangstaville,

I Wanna ... Kurupt

freeze, grab me a Henney Bow down surrender to me [Kurupt:] You talkin me to death and I've heard enough I want my shit licked, waxed and buffed You ain't sayin shit till you show me your stuff Conversation

Break stuff Limp Bizkit

days when you don't wanna wake up Everything is fucked Everybody sucks You dont really know why But you wanna justify ripping somones head off No human contact and if you interact Then your

Hot Stuff The Rolling Stones

Hot stuff, hot stuff Can't get enough Hot stuff, hot stuff, can't get enough The music is mighty, mighty fine Hot stuff Play it rough Cause music is want I want To keep my body always moving

Hot Stuff Rolling Stones

Hot stuff, hot stuff Can't get enough Hot stuff, hot stuff, can't get enough The music is mighty, mighty fine Hot stuff Play it rough Cause music is what I want To keep my body always moving

Break Stuff Limp Bizkit

You don't really know why But you wanna justify rippin' someone's head off No human contact And if you interact your life is on contract Your best bet is to stay away mother fucker!

Break stuff Limp Bizkit

You don't really know why But you wanna justify rippin' someone's head off No human contact And if you interact your life is on contract Your best bet is to stay away mother fucker!

Break Stuff Limp Bizkit

Break Stuff It's just one of those days Where ya don't wanna wake up Everything is fucked, everybody sucks.

Useless Stuff Cracker

I'm a genius of useless stuff Some people they gotta work Well I just hang around.

Heroin Dreams Life Of Agony

And it was never enough And it was never enough now That heroin stuff Traveling through Daddy's arm now Cuffed in that junk who knows if I would survive Once you start shooting, forget living life Lost

Hot Stuff Ashlee Simpson

I want some of that happy juice What kind of soda People will hide for you Wait a sec everybody down Hit the deck People say you're going out your mind To think I'm hot stuff got think you're hot stuff

Good Stuff The B-52's

You'll hear it from me Good stuff baby Do you want it? Do you know how to get it?

Hot Stuff Border Sound

some hot stuff baby tonight I want some hot stuff baby this evenin' gotta have some hot stuff gotta have some lovin' tonight I need hot stuff I want some hot stuff I need hot stuff Lookin' for

Vietnow rage against the machine

Vietnow Turn on tha radio, nah fuck it turn it off Fear is your only god on the radio Nah fuck it, turn it off Turn it off, turn on tha radio, nah fuck it turn it off Fear is your only god on

Vietnow rage against the machine

Turn on tha radio, nah fuck it turn it off Fear is your only god on the radio Nah fuck it, turn it off Turn it off, turn on tha radio, nah fuck it turn it off Fear is your only god on the radio

Stuff Lasse Lindh

touches her and tells her things When a man loves a woman, he knows just what to do Give me the loving, give me the feeling, give me the touch Give me the movement, give me the sorrow, give me the stuff

Ruff Stuff AC/DC

I like 'em big and I like 'em small And if I had to take the oath I would take them all Give me that ruff stuff (It's what I want) She's a saint, she's a sinner She's a rave, rave, rave She's a

Fuck America Choking Victim

TV tries to sell me stuff that I don't really need The government hypocrisy is intertwined with greed All I need now is another media blitz About Jesus down in Waco and the odour he emits Whoa, ho, fuck