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letra de the slacker the worker - colaws

[intro: muscle man & colaws]
[?] (they want us to bow)
[?] (down to our knees)
[?] (and work for a man)
[?] (that we don’t believe)
[?] bro, [?]
[?] bro, [?] bro
i want everything bro, [?] bro
[?] bro, [?]

[bridge: hi five ghost & muscle man]
six in the morn’
fire in the park
burn, baby, burn (you, you, you, you, you)
that’s all i wanna start (you, you, you, you, you)
and sometimes i get off watching you die in vain
it’s such a shame, they may call me crazy
they may say i suffer from schizophrenia or somethin’
but bro, you made me (you, you, you, you, you, you, you)
you’re a fat f-cking slacker

[verse 1: muscle man]
i’m the biggest hypocrite of 2021
when i finish this, witnesses will convey just what i done
been feelin’ this way since i was sixteen, came to my senses
you never liked us anyway, f-ck your friendship, i meant it
i’m mitch-ll sorenstein, bro, i’m muscle man, i’m green as the trees
heritage of a small village, pardon my residence
came from the bottom of mankind
my hair is greasy, my d-ck is big, my stomach’s round and wide
you hate me, don’t you?
you hate your workers, your plan is to terminate employment
you’re f-ckin’ evil
i want you to recognize that i’m a proud slacker
you vandalize my perception but i’m a bill stacker
and this is more than confession
i mean i might press the b-tton just so you know my discretion
i’m guardin’ my feelings, i know that you feel it
you sabotage my starla, drinkin’ your booster
you made me choose her, the termination of a real loser
[pre-chorus: benson dunwoody]
the slacker the worker, the hotter the wings
the slacker the worker, the hotter the wings
the slacker the worker, the hotter the wings
the slacker the worker, the louder i scream!

[chorus 1: assassin]
i said they treat me like a slave cah me black
woi, we feel a whole heap of pain cah we black
and man a say they put me inna chains cah we black
imagine now, big gold chains full of rocks
how you no see the whip, left de scars ‘pon me back
but now we have a big whip parked ‘pon the block
and now we say we doomed from the start cah we black
remember this, every race start from the black, remember dat

[verse 2: muscle man]
i’m the biggest hypocrite of 2021
once i finish this, witnesses will convey just what i done
i mean, it’s evident that i’m irrelevant to society
that’s what you’re tellin’ me, penitentiary would only hire me
curse me ’til i’m dead, church me with your fake prophesizing
that i’ma be just a wage slave in my head
institutionalized manipulation and lies
reciprocation of freedom only live in your eyes
you hate me, don’t you?
i know you hate me just as much as you hate yourself
jealous of my wisdom and cards i dealt
watchin’ me as i pull up, fill up my tank, then peel out
muscle man like pull-ups, show you what these big arms ’bout, ah
broke and successful, this broke bro meant to be special
katzkins on my radar, b-tch, how can i help you?
how can i tell you i’m making it fatter?
you made me a slacker, the termination of a broke cracker
[pre-chorus: benson dunwoody]
the slacker the worker, the hotter the wings
the slacker the worker, the hotter the wings
the slacker the worker, the hotter the wings
the slacker the worker, the louder i scream!

[chorus 2: muscle man]
they said they treat me like a slave ’cause me broke
woi, we feel a whole heap of pain ’cause we broke
and man a say they put me inna chains ’cause we broke
imagine now, big gold chains full of rocks
how you no see the whip, left de scars ‘pon me back
but now we have a big whip parked on the bro
and then we say we doomed from the start ’cause we black
remember this, every- -laughter-

[verse 3: muscle man]
i’m the biggest hypocrite of 2021
when i finish this, if you’re listening, then i’m sure you will have fun
this plot is bigger than me, it’s generational hatred
it’s nepotism, it’s grimy, little justification
i’m mitch-ll sorenstein, bro, i’m muscle guy
i’m broke as the heart that you can’t fortify
i’m broke as the name of rigby and f-ckin’ mordecai, excuse my french
but f-ck you — no, f-ck y’all, that’s as blunt as it gets
i know you hate me, don’t you?
you hate your workers, i can tell ’cause it’s threats when i see you
i can tell ’cause your ways deceitful
know i can tell ’cause you’re in love with firing your people
thinkin’ maliciously, he get a chain then you gon’ bleed him
it’s funny how the park employers might go to war
two loser armies that just wanna build and destroy
remind me of those coffee shop girls that live next door
gettin’ decent paychecks, respect, never been poor
so don’t matter how much i say i like to goof off with the bros
or tell my girl starla we can’t afford to paint her toes
or try to celebrate every weekend like it’s my b-day
or eat chicken wings with the special sauce on weekdays
or work hard enough to get zero f-ckin’ endors-m-nts
or watch old tv because relaxing is important
so why did i f-ckin’ weep when rigby was in the streets
when hard working made me k!ll a bigger slacker than me?
hypocrite!
[instrumental outro]

- colaws

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