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letra de the paycheck - dj sin

i don’t want the job and before i’m on the clock
i’ve k!lled 10 people weaving between cars like the autobahn
i risk lives for the paycheck, i bend over and take it
from my manager but the police won’t give me a rape kit
i wanna politely tell him to suck a d-ck
open the secretary’s mouth, bust in it so they know who they’re f-ckin wit
like i’m permanently stuck in cl-ss, just a punchin bag
well suffering succotash i’m a kick this motherf-ckuhs -ss
b-tch i could reply to everything you say with “no duh”
and i never miss a quota i’m from f-cking minnesota
nag nag nag, your like a straight ryan seacrest
with diabetes that needs to get laid and eat less
i quit, so f-ck you, you, and you but your cool (i’m cool!)
oh and at the company party brian sh-t in the whirlpool
“hi joey! remember, your tie shouldn’t be above your belt!”
“aww thanks michael!, but i quit, now go f-ck yourself ☺”

chorus
take this job (job), shove it up you’re a (eyy)
i ain’t dealin’ with your bullsh-t today
no way (no way) no how (no how)
time is money and i’m all sold out
so, you can keep the paycheck, ima be ridin
i don’t need paper i’m a motherf-ckin’ diamond
want my time? i’m runnin on a budget
you can keep the paycheck, i’ll show ya where ta shove it

verse 2
another boring monday got interviews, 4 in one day
they’re preaching 401k like i need savings more than money
i’ll take the salary that’ll be what i’m pocketing
hey bob i’m here for the interview, sit your fat -ss down and talk to me
“where do you see yourself in 5 years?” – as the motherf-cking ceo
with guap to sleep with greedy hoes cuz i need me those
and a gold d-ck like c3po with 3 tv shows
still feeding c0ke, up my bleeding nose
“what’s your biggest weakness” bullets & gitting sh-tty at the pub
but my kryptonite is really big t-tties when i’m drunk
tell ’em they’re pretty, get a quickie, then i’m done
& once i took a sh-t while i was sitting in the tub
so be careful who your jokin with, cuz i’m broke as sh-t, so gimme the
job or “does wayne brady have ta choke a b-tch?”
a question you forgot to ask is why i’m working:
to multiply my earnings then blow this b-tch like tyler durden

chorus

verse 3
i thought the interview went well maybe they didn’t like my resume (nah)
listed my current job t-tle as “getting paid” (good move)
showed all of my work experience since 7th grade (smart)
i even listed my old sales job sellin lemonade (baller)
got it by roundhouse kickin this lil girl to demonstrate
the dog eat dog corporate world and my p-ssion for mma
yea i was an infant too, now i gotta different view
i pick and choose when to stick and move, ya feel me?
i get it! from now on i’ll only hit the snooze between 6 and noon
consume cigs and booz, before my interviews. roll up
bumpin gin & juice and brag to the s-xy secretary
how i popped one out like babe ruth in a swimming pool
these f-ckers don’t recognize talent and i’m victor cruz
or justin tuck, lookin around like what the f-ck do you do?
60 hour weeks? i thought you guys actually worked
sh-t, me at corporate is as useless as a khaki shirt

- dj sin

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