P.O.S. - Ants
Mister of course
AKA of course we can pause
In the sleep walk
Of doin the rock
The days I be out___
I'm feelin a little groggy
But yeah I remember now
What? Back to the hunt
The individually wrapped servants now
Suck the fuckin' life out of 'em!
Packaging we need more packaging
Computers computers please
All the robots are walking now
Back in the swing of things
They sing for the distraction it brings
I flap my jaws cuz I'm the one
Who works the crap outta these things
Fuck 'em. Every day's my birthday
I'll make and break these insects
Then I send them on their way
Pay me. Hoping flip the switch
And some more ___
We squeeze the peoples
Till the loose stools flies out
They go without I go with
Coffee, teas and grabbin' a slice of cake
I make these ___ little emcees
And fill 'em up great
Ha, keep working
The big return is comin'
Just keep on marchin' kid
Just keep on marchin' kid
(Chorus)
It's movin' inch by inch
It's movin' grain after grain
Movin' one by one
For the universal brain
Never flinch to get squished
Never stop consuming shit
Just move your fucking legs for the queen
And that's it
Inch by inch
Moving grain after grain
Moving one by one
For the universal brain
Never flinch to get squished
Never stop consuming shit
Just move your fucking legs for the queen
And that's it
Hop on top of a silo
I'm screaming out for survival
I'm face to face with my rivals
My papermate is my rifle (FIRE!)
Down in that ant hole
You can follow disorder
Put a stop to production
All soldiers across the border
And boarded up tenements
Residents they're spendin' and send 'em with
She smoked her life away
Lady the baby's innocent
So, don't ever go against the grain
Cuz a rope is hangin for you off the frame
Of mind a changing time you spent
She like: I ain't chaning mine
Well I can't worry 'bout your money
You can stay behind
You're closed minded
You can't see through the opening
I'm from the home of more rednecks
Than bowling pins
Inches by inches
We're swimmin' down through the trenches
The room will fill up with tension
The instant we hit the entrance
The black army ant
Just watch you can't get rid of me
Loud in your crowd
Like Mussolini in Italy
(Chorus)
AKA of course we can pause
In the sleep walk
Of doin the rock
The days I be out___
I'm feelin a little groggy
But yeah I remember now
What? Back to the hunt
The individually wrapped servants now
Suck the fuckin' life out of 'em!
Packaging we need more packaging
Computers computers please
All the robots are walking now
Back in the swing of things
They sing for the distraction it brings
I flap my jaws cuz I'm the one
Who works the crap outta these things
Fuck 'em. Every day's my birthday
I'll make and break these insects
Then I send them on their way
Pay me. Hoping flip the switch
And some more ___
We squeeze the peoples
Till the loose stools flies out
They go without I go with
Coffee, teas and grabbin' a slice of cake
I make these ___ little emcees
And fill 'em up great
Ha, keep working
The big return is comin'
Just keep on marchin' kid
Just keep on marchin' kid
(Chorus)
It's movin' inch by inch
It's movin' grain after grain
Movin' one by one
For the universal brain
Never flinch to get squished
Never stop consuming shit
Just move your fucking legs for the queen
And that's it
Inch by inch
Moving grain after grain
Moving one by one
For the universal brain
Never flinch to get squished
Never stop consuming shit
Just move your fucking legs for the queen
And that's it
Hop on top of a silo
I'm screaming out for survival
I'm face to face with my rivals
My papermate is my rifle (FIRE!)
Down in that ant hole
You can follow disorder
Put a stop to production
All soldiers across the border
And boarded up tenements
Residents they're spendin' and send 'em with
She smoked her life away
Lady the baby's innocent
So, don't ever go against the grain
Cuz a rope is hangin for you off the frame
Of mind a changing time you spent
She like: I ain't chaning mine
Well I can't worry 'bout your money
You can stay behind
You're closed minded
You can't see through the opening
I'm from the home of more rednecks
Than bowling pins
Inches by inches
We're swimmin' down through the trenches
The room will fill up with tension
The instant we hit the entrance
The black army ant
Just watch you can't get rid of me
Loud in your crowd
Like Mussolini in Italy
(Chorus)
Mister of course
AKA of course we can pause
In the sleep walk
Of doin the rock
The days I be out___
I'm feelin a little groggy
But yeah I remember now
What? Back to the hunt
The individually wrapped servants now
Suck the fuckin' life out of 'em!
Packaging we need more packaging
Computers computers please
All the robots are walking now
Back in the swing of things
They sing for the distraction it brings
I flap my jaws cuz I'm the one
Who works the crap outta these things
Fuck 'em. Every day's my birthday
I'll make and break these insects
Then I send them on their way
Pay me. Hoping flip the switch
And some more ___
We squeeze the peoples
Till the loose stools flies out
They go without I go with
Coffee, teas and grabbin' a slice of cake
I make these ___ little emcees
And fill 'em up great
Ha, keep working
The big return is comin'
Just keep on marchin' kid
Just keep on marchin' kid
(Chorus)
It's movin' inch by inch
It's movin' grain after grain
Movin' one by one
For the universal brain
Never flinch to get squished
Never stop consuming shit
Just move your fucking legs for the queen
And that's it
Inch by inch
Moving grain after grain
Moving one by one
For the universal brain
Never flinch to get squished
Never stop consuming shit
Just move your fucking legs for the queen
And that's it
Hop on top of a silo
I'm screaming out for survival
I'm face to face with my rivals
My papermate is my rifle (FIRE!)
Down in that ant hole
You can follow disorder
Put a stop to production
All soldiers across the border
And boarded up tenements
Residents they're spendin' and send 'em with
She smoked her life away
Lady the baby's innocent
So, don't ever go against the grain
Cuz a rope is hangin for you off the frame
Of mind a changing time you spent
She like: I ain't chaning mine
Well I can't worry 'bout your money
You can stay behind
You're closed minded
You can't see through the opening
I'm from the home of more rednecks
Than bowling pins
Inches by inches
We're swimmin' down through the trenches
The room will fill up with tension
The instant we hit the entrance
The black army ant
Just watch you can't get rid of me
Loud in your crowd
Like Mussolini in Italy
(Chorus)
AKA of course we can pause
In the sleep walk
Of doin the rock
The days I be out___
I'm feelin a little groggy
But yeah I remember now
What? Back to the hunt
The individually wrapped servants now
Suck the fuckin' life out of 'em!
Packaging we need more packaging
Computers computers please
All the robots are walking now
Back in the swing of things
They sing for the distraction it brings
I flap my jaws cuz I'm the one
Who works the crap outta these things
Fuck 'em. Every day's my birthday
I'll make and break these insects
Then I send them on their way
Pay me. Hoping flip the switch
And some more ___
We squeeze the peoples
Till the loose stools flies out
They go without I go with
Coffee, teas and grabbin' a slice of cake
I make these ___ little emcees
And fill 'em up great
Ha, keep working
The big return is comin'
Just keep on marchin' kid
Just keep on marchin' kid
(Chorus)
It's movin' inch by inch
It's movin' grain after grain
Movin' one by one
For the universal brain
Never flinch to get squished
Never stop consuming shit
Just move your fucking legs for the queen
And that's it
Inch by inch
Moving grain after grain
Moving one by one
For the universal brain
Never flinch to get squished
Never stop consuming shit
Just move your fucking legs for the queen
And that's it
Hop on top of a silo
I'm screaming out for survival
I'm face to face with my rivals
My papermate is my rifle (FIRE!)
Down in that ant hole
You can follow disorder
Put a stop to production
All soldiers across the border
And boarded up tenements
Residents they're spendin' and send 'em with
She smoked her life away
Lady the baby's innocent
So, don't ever go against the grain
Cuz a rope is hangin for you off the frame
Of mind a changing time you spent
She like: I ain't chaning mine
Well I can't worry 'bout your money
You can stay behind
You're closed minded
You can't see through the opening
I'm from the home of more rednecks
Than bowling pins
Inches by inches
We're swimmin' down through the trenches
The room will fill up with tension
The instant we hit the entrance
The black army ant
Just watch you can't get rid of me
Loud in your crowd
Like Mussolini in Italy
(Chorus)
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- Crispin Glover P.O.S.
- Crispin Glover P.O.S.
- Crispin Glover (Instrumental) P.O.S.
- Audition Mantra P.O.S.
- Audition Mantra P.O.S.
- That One P.O.S.
- Weird Friends (We Don`t Even Live Here) P.O.S.
- Get Down (Feat. Mike Mictlan) P.O.S.
- Get Down (feat. Mike Mictlan & Greg Grease) P.O.S.
- P.O.S. Is Ruining My Life (Instrumental) P.O.S.
- P.O.S. Is Ruining My Life (Clean) P.O.S.
- P.O.S. Is Ruining My Life P.O.S.
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- P.O.S. Is Ruining My Life P.O.S.
- Stand Up (Let`s Get Murdered) (Clean) P.O.S.
- Stand Up (Let`s Get Murdered) P.O.S.
- P.O.S. Is Ruining My Life P.O.S.
- Piano Hits (feat. Isaac Gale, Lizzo & Sims) P.O.S.
- Piano Hits (Feat. Isaac Gale Of Marijuana Deathsquads) P.O.S.
- Sarah Silverman P.O.S.
- Fire In The Hole/Arrow To The Action P.O.S.
- Fuck Your Stuff P.O.S.
- They Can`t Come (feat. Sims, Lizzo, Cliff Rhymes, Chris Hooks, Jeremy Nutzman & Greg Grease) P.O.S.
- Weird Friends (We Don`t Even Live Here) P.O.S.
- Bumper P.O.S.
- Lock-Picks, Knives, Bricks And Bats P.O.S.
- Wanted/Wasted (feat. Astronautalis) P.O.S.
- All Of It P.O.S.
- Safety In Speed (Heavy Metal) P.O.S.
- Safety In Speed (Heavy Metal) P.O.S.
- Weird Friends (We Don`t Even Live Here) (Instrumental) P.O.S.
- Audition M.D. P.O.S.
- Audition Ipecac P.O.S.
- Audition Ipecac P.O.S.
- Half-Cocked Concepts P.O.S.
- Living Slightly Larger P.O.S.
- De La Souls P.O.S.
- The Kill In Me P.O.S.
- Suicide Uma Schrantz P.O.S.
- Paul Kersey To Jack Kimball P.O.S.
- Half-Cocked Concepts P.O.S.
- Living Slightly Larger P.O.S.
- De La Souls P.O.S.
- The Kill In Me P.O.S.
- What`s That Buzzing? (Bonus Track) P.O.S.
- Suicide Uma Schrantz P.O.S.
- Stand Up (Let`s Get Murdered) P.O.S.
- Bleeding Hearts Club (Mpls. Chapter) P.O.S.
- Psych P.O.S.
- Infatuation With A Ghost P.O.S.
- Paul Kersey to Jack Kimball P.O.S.
- Stand Up (Let`s Get Murdered) P.O.S.
- Bleeding Hearts Club (Mpls. Chapter) P.O.S.
- Yeah Right (Science Science) P.O.S.
- Bush League Pysch-Out Stuff P.O.S.
- A Teddy Bear and A Tazer P.O.S.
- Sleepdrone/Superposition (Feat. Allan Kingdom, Astronautalis, Eric Mayson, Lizzo) P.O.S.
- Inside P.O.S.
- The Brave And The Snake (Instrumental) P.O.S.
- The Brave And The Snake P.O.S.
- The Brave And The Snake P.O.S.
- Fire In The Hole/Arrow To The Action (Instrumental) P.O.S.
- Gravedigger (Feat. Angelenah) P.O.S.
- (Unlisted) P.O.S.
- Let It Rattle P.O.S.
- Out Of Category P.O.S.
- Goodbye P.O.S.
- Hand Made Hand Gun P.O.S.
- The Basics P.O.S.
- Graves (We Wrote The Book) P.O.S.
- Low Light Low Life (Instrumental) P.O.S.
- Never Better (Instrumental) P.O.S.
- Purexed (Instrumental) P.O.S.
- Wanted/Wasted (Instrumental) P.O.S.
- All Of It (Instrumental) P.O.S.
- Hunger Pains Three P.O.S.
- Get Ate (Feat. Gerald) P.O.S.
- They Can`t Come (Feat. Sims) P.O.S.
- Ants P.O.S.
- Born A Snake P.O.S.
- Dear Boy P.O.S.
- Duct Tape P.O.S.
- Born A Snake P.O.S.
- Fuck Your Stuff (Clean) P.O.S.
- Savion Glover P.O.S.
- Been Afraid P.O.S.
- Drumroll (We`re All Thirsty) P.O.S.
- Terrorish P.O.S.
- Optimist (We Are Not For Them) P.O.S.
- Let It Rattle (Instrumental) P.O.S.
- Get Smokes P.O.S.
- Goodbye (Instrumental) P.O.S.
- Hand Made Hand Gun (Instrumental) P.O.S.
- Out Of Category (Instrumental) P.O.S.
- Bumper P.O.S.
- Bumper (Instrumental) P.O.S.
- Lock-picks, Knives, Bricks and Bats (Instrumental) P.O.S.
- Piano Hits (Instrumental) P.O.S.
- Little Kids P.O.S.
- Thieves / Kings P.O.S.
- Bully (Feat. Moncelas Boston, Rapper Hooks) P.O.S.
- Fire In The Hole/Arrow To The Action P.O.S.
- Oh, Ouch. (Feat. Busdriver) P.O.S.
- Fuck Your Stuff P.O.S.
- Gravity P.O.S.
- The Basics P.O.S.
- Graves (We Wrote The Book) P.O.S.
- Low Light Low Life P.O.S.
- Purexed P.O.S.
- Never Better P.O.S.
- Savion Glover (Instrumental) P.O.S.
- Terrorish (Instrumental) P.O.S.
- Been Afraid (Instrumental) P.O.S.
- Bumper (Instrumental) P.O.S.
- How We Land (Instrumental) P.O.S.
- Get Down (Instrumental) P.O.S.
- Meth-head vs Mcnugget P.O.S.
- Kicking Knowledge in the face P.O.S.
- Lifetime...Kid Dynamite P.O.S.
- Wanted/Wasted (Feat. Astronautalis) P.O.S.
- All Of It P.O.S.
- Pieces / Ruins (Feat. Dwynell Roland, Busdriver) P.O.S.
- Lanes P.O.S.
- I Play the Matador (Redo) P.O.S.
- Matador P.O.S.
- Gimmie Gimmie Gunshots P.O.S.
- Fuck Your Stuff (Inst.) P.O.S.
- Purexed P.O.S.
- Never Better P.O.S.
- Low Light Low Life P.O.S.
- Been Afraid P.O.S.
- Drumroll (We`re All Thirsty) (Instrumental) P.O.S.
- Savion Glover P.O.S.
- Terrorish P.O.S.
- Optimist (We Are Not For Them) (Instrumental) P.O.S.
- Get Smokes (Instrumental) P.O.S.
- Bumper (Clean) P.O.S.
- Fuck Your Stuff (Instrumental) P.O.S.
- No More P.O.S.
- Infinite Scroll (Feat. Open Mike Eagle, Manchita) P.O.S.
- Faded (Feat. Justin Vernon, Lady Midnight) P.O.S.
- Sick Pout P.O.S.
- Music for Shoplifting P.O.S.
- Bumper P.O.S.
- The Kidney Thief P.O.S.
- Fuck Your Stuff P.O.S.
- Drumroll (We`re All Thirsty) P.O.S.
- Get Smokes P.O.S.
- Let It Rattle P.O.S.
- Optimist (We Are Not For Them) P.O.S.
- Out Of Category P.O.S.
- Hand Made Hand Gun P.O.S.
- Goodbye P.O.S.
- Graves (We Wrote The Book) (Instrumental) P.O.S.
- The Basics (Instrumental) P.O.S.
- They Can`t Come (Instrumental) P.O.S.
- Sleepdrone / Superposition (Feat. Hard_R, Allan Kingdom, Astronautalis) P.O.S.
- Wearing A Bear P.O.S.
- Roddy Piper (Feat. Moncelas Boston) P.O.S.
- Lock-picks, Knives, Bricks And Bats P.O.S.
- Dead Music P.O.S.