P.o.s. - Sarah Silverman lyrics

Yo I remember head spin at ______ Used to get nervous when Zach here grabbed the mic And asked the crowd where the MCs at Take a look at me now The biggest disaster to ever grab a mic That's why I wear a ridiculous master_____ And a style you like whoa, 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 sh** like that anymore man I met Bobby Gorgeous check it Tell it, P.O.S. so fresh Has never settled for less Unless of course you're sore Dealin' with Mr. Of Course Yeah the source of the Doomtree Tour de force of insane style Pours from the pores Of this poor black youth Yet we all listen on for _____________________ Simply bored of ya Get the f** outta here Remember sixth grade Pencil fights and thumb-wars and bikes? Yeah well I still do that sh** ...It's simple umm Do that sh** f**ing, the biggest f**ing face I've seen in my life No seriously you can stop it now Yeah okay cool...