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I clock in 7 minutes late as usual
No sense of urgency pretending life's a musical
My boss is pissed. She smiles but its fake
There's a shit load of deliveries to take
I gather all the different Items on the ticket
My car is busted but I cant afford to fix it
I travel 7 miles to the boundaries borders
Just to get the whopping tip of 2 dollars in quarters
What a douche bag I hope he catches AIDS
My next delivery is at a strip club, I hope they're down for trades
I'm aggravated stress is piling
So I roll the windows up put on a beat and start freestyling
Get so excited that I swerve and hit a phone pole
Kill a homeless person hit and run that shit was stone cold
6 minutes later cops are chasing me.
K-9 Units bite my ass, now the jakes are tazing me
I can't believe that they locked me in a FEMA Camp
And sewed my mouth shut so every time I try to scream I can't
Thinking to myself this is obnoxious
As I snap out of it I realize I'm folding boxes