A Teddy Bear and a Tazer

P.O.S - A Teddy Bear and a Tazer Lyrics

I think the best threat in the world is to say:I’m gonna put tacks in your cereal… in two years.You know what I’m sayin’?You mother-fuckers get in line for what?Lazer Beak on the beatTurbo Nemesis choppin’ the cutsI’m stickin’ ‘em upDoomtree givin’ the gutsA little heartProbably written with loveOr written in bloodTo stain the brains of the strangeBut don’t bang the contentI’m tryin’ to get my people behind itSang along with itScream along with itThis goes to the peopleWho know better than to give up and dieWe try livin’Bite the hand givin’Despite our positionIgnite the oppositionFright, I’m forever srcreamin’Yeah rightStay out the darkForever sleepin’ with a teddy bearAnd a tazerGivin’ ya cutsLike a 6-pack of Bic razorsDanger dangerDoom the beat manglingStrain through the bloodWith a thing for word tangling(Chorus)Another one of them mother-fuckersWith nothin’ but drivin’ a hand to the hillTo try and climb upSo if I walk right byDon’t take if for nothin’ moreThan somethin' simple like I’m tryin’ not to lose my gripAnother one of them mother-fuckersWith nothin’ but drivin’ a hand to the hillTo try and climb upSo if I walk right byDon’t take if for nothin’Except I’m trying not to lose my fucking grip(Shut up. Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!)Just breathe!Yeah yeah just remember to breatheAnd get loud!Yeah Doomtree to hold me downLet go!Gotta do what I want and do what I knowJust breathe!All right all rightJust breathe!This is fun just remember to breatheAnd get loud!Yeah Doomtree to hold me downLet go!Gotta do what I want and do what I knowJust breathe!All right, all right, all right, all rightOk, ok, ok, all rightSlow it down, slow it downJust relax, you gotta breatheRelax, slow it down…(WHOA! OH SHIT! Oh! GODDAMNIT! Oh God! Oh! Damnit!)See I sat nothing but road on theAnd wait in the backWhile hangmen waste away on the ropeWe pick up the slackDoom. Smack the crapAnd click to 90 1 1Burn off time I’ll pour my coffee cupTo stay on the runNever wreckedKeep it movin’Till there ain’t nothin’ leftRight left right stepsFight for balance homieHope for the checksScratch thatI hope for the bestI test the limitsLike any Doomtree cynicsSee I(Chorus)Another one of them mother-fuckersWith nothin’ but drivin’ a hand to the hillTo try and climb upIf I walk right past youDon’t take if for nothin’ moreThan somethin' simple like I’m tryin’ not to lose my gripAnother one of them mother-fuckersWith nothin’ but drivin’ a hand to the hillTo try and climb upIf I walk right past youDon’t take if for nothin’ moreI’m tryin’ not to lose my gripYeah yeahJust remember to breathe and uh…Yeah DoomtreeTo hold me down and uh…I gotta do what I wantDo what I knowJust… All rightOk, this is fun just remember to breatheAnd uh… Yeah DoomtreeTo hold me down and uh…Gotta do what I wantDo what I know and justJust breathe…