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Get up, work, sleep, eat
Purchase power, shave, repeat
Clean shirt, dirty socks
Car alarm, alarm clocks
Sleep depravation
Mental masturbation
Spend, spend and never save
Minimum Wage Slave
Gotta wake up at 8 but I canât, I canât, I canât
Cause running through my mind is murder, sawed offs, panic, and mayhem
You donât wanna wake this beast, I curl up tight under my sheets
But Chick McGee on my alarm reminds me that I canât sleep
So I put on my polo, dress slacks, dress shoes, look for my black frames
Cause I gotta see so I can make pizza and sell you nerds video games
These nerds think that I live the dream, free pizza and free PSPs
But I should probably roundhouse kick them and see if their all on PCP
Electronics donât come cheap, I could get a better deal on EBay
And when I tell em they should reserve a game they donât listen to a damn thing I say
So excuse me if I donât feel bad and drop down on both of my knees
Bout how you wanted Guitar Hero 3 but it sold out on the Wii
Come in here all the time, youâre still paying for extra bacon
Donât try to take advantage of this nice guy making phony relations
Canât feel too bad, in Washington we make seven ninety three
And ya know itâs going up again to eight bucks in January
And I got holiday hours creeping up on me daily and nightly
If I gave you a gun and would you shoot me if i asked you nicely?
Shouldnât keep razor blades behind the counter, giving me dark ideas
Wish these kids would just go home, who needs games when you still got your hot wheels
Broken neon sign out front says that I work at umbia Center
Never shoplift, but if sheâs cute and busty, well then Iâll probably let her
Imma slave for the minimum wage, probably should have just kept my fat ass in school
Twelve years too long, now iâm a pawn, every damn day played like a fool
I smell like onion and garlic, I feel empty and cathartic
See myself as a moocher, Iâll taste success in the future
Cause what you hear is so damn sweet
Other MCs bow down to my feet
But thatâs just a dream, because actually, Iâm more like 12 steps from the elite
Iâm an artist with a mic but same goes with pepperoni and dough
Donât even tell me your topping, my fingers already know
Iâm down the best I can, 2 jobs Iâm the man with a mic in my hand
But folks in this land they donât understand
When all the shit hits the fan thatâs all part of my plan
Iâm a minimum wage slave, working for the man, yeah
Every dollar that I make they take it from my damn hand
Working two jobs, and I burly get by
But I gotta suck it up cause sadly this is my life
And I donât know what Beefy can do
Donât know if thereâs anything I can say to you
To make you understand that Iâm just a man not a fan of dollar bills being snatched from my hand
Now I pay rent for real
Using change in my car to pay my bills
Hockin my TV, living life cheaply
No more ladies whoâs dads wanna beat me
Cause now I donât have the cash for a dork date and to treat you proper
Guess life is a bitch and thereâs no way a dude like me could ever stop her
Now I just sit at home
Fat ass in the living room all alone
Fake ass YT, hacking encryptions
So Microsoft doesnât end my Live subscription
Overdrafting on the daily just to get gasoline in my truck
But still I tipping like a pimp cause frankly Iâm not giving aâ¦darn
Just give me the check you can keep the fame
Donât care if Joe Blowâs never learning my name
Stomachâs got pain and itâs totally lame
Got shame from this game and Iâm going insane