"POS" lyrics

Just another, just another piece of shit
Just another, just another piece of shit
Just another piece of shit
Just another, just another
Just another piece of shit
Just a, just another piece of shit
Just another piece of shit
Just another piece of shit

Now why you come up saying, "Please forgive me?"
I cannot do that
Now once upon a time I could say that
I'm never coming back
Last thing you'll ever see of me
Is flashlight turned to black
Fucking with the Double D
I'll make you fucking D-I-E

Running hard ain't no way to run, bitch
Now yo' ass in trouble
Double-double shots up in my cup
Bitch, I'm dumping your muzzle
Hustle, hustle, hustle from the violence
You fucking fumble
Bitches humble
Now you made that shit, bitch, feel the fucking rumble
Taste the red in my bed
Fucking stupid, bitch, I laugh
Bitch, you weak
Feel the heat as I grip up on your teeth
Rip 'em out, make 'em shout
Torture from the fucking south
Suffer slow, now you know
That the Freddie ain't no ho

I got no patience when it comes to this
You scream and shout, and fucking piss
Trust the process, you will know
That Freddie comes with death and snow
Put you in the darkest cold
Now come and feel it very slow
Take it in that you are dead
Now time to lay yo' ass in bed

Just another piece of shit
Just another piece of shit
Just another piece of shit
Just another piece of shit
Just another piece of shit
Just another piece of shit
Just another piece of shit
Just another piece of shit