Lyrics:
were just the words you'll never hear again
For the final time, you don't believe these fools
I've never seen a worker rock so many jewels
I've never
being x'ed ain't no seeing tech
Before that shit she was a good worker
Really unique shaft and hood jerker
Simply by sucking a nigga would burst her
being x'ed ain't no seeing tech
Before that shit she was a good worker
Really unique shaft and hood jerker
Simply by sucking a nigga would burst her
at a grey port for two days
Train line, stone and grey
This is not their town
Big cigars come out of the ground
Sweat on their way down
F. Jack's
money ain't the topic, homie, I ain't even talkin'
Hated on by the workers but I'm cool with all the bosses
Catch me flossin' at the mall, talkin
money than the principal
And I never made the honor roll
But I'm in the lunch line with a honor roll
You pumping iron in the weight room
I'm
the long lost son
Born on the fourth of July
Raised in the era of heroes and cons
That left me for dead or alive
I am a nation, a worker of pride (pride)
you for
I stuck my dick in this game like a rapist
They call me Slim Roethlisberger
I go berserker than a fed-up post office worker
I murk her
the long lost son
Born on the fourth of July
Raised in the era of heroes and cons
That left me for dead or alive
I am a nation, a worker of pride (pride)
pound line, a thirty eight special
With AK shells through your Teflon vest too
Yeah, Scrap, when the Bastard's back out
The pastor's back out,
pound line, a thirty eight special
With AK shells through your Teflon vest too
Yeah, Scrap, when the Bastard's back out
The pastor's back out,
put to rest
Crossing enemy lines, to find specific pushes
I'm a paid ghetto mercenary walkin' through ambushes
Confusing opponents
Escaping traps like
tell them niggas stand in line
[Chorus]
(Stay with me now shawty, here comes the fun part)
Now the robbers plottin' on ya and your name stay
in line
[Chorus]
Stay with me now shorty, here come the fun part...
Now the robbers plottin on ya, and your name stay buzzin
You caught
Here is a story that is bound to amuse ya
(About a fine young couple startin' out in life)
A dedicated husband and a real fine worker
(Who lived
and a scrambling around
Tryin to get the line an get the tee pee down
Railroad owner's 'bout to go insane
Tryin' to get the workers out the way of the train
Here
This is just a punk rock song
Written for the people who can see something's wrong
Like workers in a factory we do our share
But there's so many other
This is just a punk rock song
Written for the people who can see something's wrong
Like workers in a factory we do our share
But there's so many other
what you can
The chicken farm from Arkansas
Bought workers PPE
Not before 500 more
Had succumbed to this disease
Honest men and honest women
what you can
The chicken farm from Arkansas
Bought workers PPE
Not before five-hundred more
Had succumbed to this disease
Honest men and honest
Now, if you want higher wages let me tell you what to do
You got to talk to the workers in the shop with you.
You got to build you a union, got
place your final burden
On your hard-pressed next of kin:
Send the chamber-pot back down the line
To be filled up again.
And the hard-headed miracle
coveralls, to pay the rent at least.
She doesn't talk with workers on the rest of the line
and over in the canteen, she's alone most of the time.
stuck up
She's still top of the line
A real one of a kind
Champagne in a plastic cup
No she ain't stuck up
She's still top of the line
She shines like
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