Minimum Wage
Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 6:13 am
Spend all my days as a slave for this minimum wage with no savings/
I’ll never make it, scrape for down payments on cold city pavement/
While others have fun raving and clubbing like cavemen/
I work like an Asian, trapped in a camp for child labor/
I catch shit from my boss like Don Mattingly, as I work in this factory/
Floor managers laugh at me, damn near have to ask to pee/
Go crazy from thinking I’m a lose a finger in this damn machine/
Workplace accidents happen randomly like the time the forklift damaged me/
Living as a fast food factotum, customers rude so I have to show ‘em/
Don’t tell no one, but I wipe my dick on Dunken Donuts/
On a mission to piss on Wack Arnold’s pickles till they get the picture/
Call female customers bitches, wipe burgers on my butt when it itches/
You might not be down with this if you’ve never been subjected to urinalysis/
Borrowing my sober homeboy Allen’s piss whenever it comes down to it/
I guess I should have worked harder at Algebra instead of downing the fifth/
Can’t take eight more hours of this, rather fucking slit my wrists/
This coward’s existence of barely subsisting/
On a mission to go off in the workplace like nuclear fission/
Get my motor going postal, when I whip my supervisor with the toaster/
Tired of running in circles like an oval, wearing uniforms and smiles conforming/
I’ll never make it, scrape for down payments on cold city pavement/
While others have fun raving and clubbing like cavemen/
I work like an Asian, trapped in a camp for child labor/
I catch shit from my boss like Don Mattingly, as I work in this factory/
Floor managers laugh at me, damn near have to ask to pee/
Go crazy from thinking I’m a lose a finger in this damn machine/
Workplace accidents happen randomly like the time the forklift damaged me/
Living as a fast food factotum, customers rude so I have to show ‘em/
Don’t tell no one, but I wipe my dick on Dunken Donuts/
On a mission to piss on Wack Arnold’s pickles till they get the picture/
Call female customers bitches, wipe burgers on my butt when it itches/
You might not be down with this if you’ve never been subjected to urinalysis/
Borrowing my sober homeboy Allen’s piss whenever it comes down to it/
I guess I should have worked harder at Algebra instead of downing the fifth/
Can’t take eight more hours of this, rather fucking slit my wrists/
This coward’s existence of barely subsisting/
On a mission to go off in the workplace like nuclear fission/
Get my motor going postal, when I whip my supervisor with the toaster/
Tired of running in circles like an oval, wearing uniforms and smiles conforming/