1. 1

    P.O.S. - Gravedigger

  2. 2

    P.O.S. - Wanted / Wasted (feat. Astronautalis)

  3. 3

    P.O.S. - All Along The Watchtower

  4. 4

    P.O.S. - All Of It

  5. 5

    P.O.S. - Ants

  6. 6

    P.O.S. - Audition Mantra

  7. 7

    P.O.S. - Been Afraid

  8. 8

    P.O.S. - Bleeding Hearts Club

  9. 9

    P.O.S. - Bumper

  10. 10

    P.O.S. - Bush-league Psych-out Stuff

  11. 11

    P.O.S. - Crispin Glover

  12. 12

    P.O.S. - De La Souls

  13. 13

    P.O.S. - Dear Boy

  14. 14

    P.O.S. - Duct Tape

  15. 15

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

  16. 16

    P.O.S. - Fuck Your Stuff

  17. 17

    P.O.S. - Get Down (feat. Mike Mictlan)

  18. 18

    P.O.S. - Gimme Gimme Gunshots

  19. 19

    P.O.S. - Graves (We Wrote The Book)

  20. 20

    P.O.S. - Half Cocked Concepts

  21. 21

    P.O.S. - Handmade Handgun

  22. 22

    P.O.S. - How We Land

  23. 23

    P.O.S. - Hunger Pains Three

  24. 24

    P.O.S. - Kicking Knowledge In The Face

  25. 25

    P.O.S. - Knights

  26. 26

    P.O.S. - Let It Rattle

  27. 27

    P.O.S. - Little Kids

  28. 28

    P.O.S. - Living Slightly Larger

  29. 29

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

  30. 30

    P.O.S. - Low Light Low Life (feat. Sims, Cecil Otter, Dessa)

  31. 31

    P.O.S. - Meth-Head vs. McNugget

  32. 32

    P.O.S. - Music for Shoplifting

  33. 33

    P.O.S. - Never Better

  34. 34

    P.O.S. - Optimist (We Are Not For Them)

  35. 35

    P.O.S. - Out Of Category

  36. 36

    P.O.S. - P.O.S. Is Ruining My Life

  37. 37

    P.O.S. - Purexed

  38. 38

    P.O.S. - Purexed

  39. 39

    P.O.S. - Safety in Speed

  40. 40

    P.O.S. - Savion Glover

  41. 41

    P.O.S. - Stand Up

  42. 42

    P.O.S. - Terrorish

  43. 43

    P.O.S. - That One

  44. 44

    P.O.S. - The Basics (Alright)

  45. 45

    P.O.S. - The Kill In Me (feat. Maggie)

  46. 46

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

  47. 47

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

  48. 48

    P.O.S. - What's That Buzzing

  49. 49

    P.O.S. - Yeah Right (Science, Science)

The Kill In Me (feat. Maggie)

P.O.S.

(I'm layin low layin' low, I'm c-c-creepin, I'm p-p-pushin my breath, just q-q-quiet,
No speakin'speakin' from shadows, c-c-corners, a phantom,
With steps, amp up with cold hate, where the knife is
Decapitated)

You can't cut surgically with a shaky hand,
And honestly my nerves are shot again,
So please be a doll and rest your head in my hands..
You can't cut surgically with a shaky hand,
And honestly my nerves are shot again,
Let me treat you like a doll and snap your neck in my hands

(In my hand) In my hand is this blade, was a gift,
And I never wanna give it back, it's a slave to my fist,
A little bit to help it to relax, I'm amazed,
It'll stay sharp forever, and if I take real good care of this shit,
It won't go away,
And I played house, I laid foundation,
But I think it was a little much, not enough coupons cut,
But I hold of a lost(?) trust, and I'm dazed,
I could play it smart forever, just wasn't down for whatever,
You know, that shit went away,
But I'll act tough,
I walk tall and c-c-carry a big bag of wrenches,
And if you call I'll play mechanic,
Fake 'til I fix it,
Sick as an -ism, stickin to this holdin due to the shape,
I'm like "that's a cold curve of that blade," so I'm sunburnt,
That should tell you what's what, I got nicked,
I'm pressin just to keep the blood in the cut,
Fade to black like a hemophiliac, fully afflicted
Sick of your...snap, the k-k-killin is in me,

You can't cut surgically with a shaky hand,
And honestly my nerves are shot again,
So please be a doll and rest your head in my hands..
You can't cut surgically with a shaky hand,
And honestly my nerves are shot again,
Let me treat you like a doll and snap your neck in my hands

And it's gone, wash your hands of this,
And I know you never lookin back, Don't just stand there, just,
And it's strange, I could accept it, but check it,
See, I'm just happy with a piece of you,
And I'm sane in the brain, truth is I'm simmerin here,
Steady lookin for a bit of hope, and I hope that you get it,
When I'm steady comin for your throat, and it's strange,
See it's been dormant and docile,
But if you poke a pet too much too long, that shit'll turn hostile,

(I'm layin low, layin' low, I'm c-c-creepin, I'm p-p-pushin my breath, just q-q-quiet,
No speakin'speakin' from shadows, c-c-corners, a phantom,
With steps, cold hate cold hate, decapitated)

(I'm lookin' to follow
Back with the light
I'm lookin' to follow
The blood will feed the love)

Tucked away in a heart snapped and stripped of it's guard,
Tucked away in a hole carefully picked in the yard,
Sinfully slippin through shades,
Lickin cries and snivellin,
Somethin so significant dies,
Who's the beast? Who bears the burden?
Dirt, prepare for your feast,
If wary eyes, could sight for sore
No there'd be nothin to see (Nuh-uh)
Adapt adjust to maladjusted to me,
Under dirt and over concrete,
Tonight we sleep like angels.

You can't cut surgically with a shaky hand,
And honestly my nerves are shot again,
So please be a doll and rest your head in my hands..
You can't cut surgically with a shaky hand,
And honestly my nerves are shot again,
Let me treat you like a doll and snap your neck in my hands

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