P.o.s. - Weird Friends lyrics

I ain't like ya'll, I'm into weird sh** I'm in the back getting weird with my weird friends Hugging the ba** line, when you feel this And these rhymes ain't tight, they're terrorist And that girl's not white, she's anarchist And we float like kites to get turbulence Woah, bomb like when our throats slit Self-stitched raised to aim over it Soldier with no king