Fuck This Job

[Bro RJ:]
 Man, fuck this job
 Take this muthafucka and shove it
 I make money-money, but not enough of it
 With an above average salary, but that's before taxes
 Once I get the little check I'm back in the poverty bracket
 "Let me get my jacket" I asked these fools I carpooled with
 Stupid, don't get caught in traffic again, you cruisin'
 They blow one before we get there, blow blunts at lunch
 Sometimes when I'm at work, I don't work, I just sit there
 With a big glare, picture myself a millionaire
 Grillin' my secrataries
 (I ain't here... hey Rob, hold my calls)
 (Hey, get up! No sleepin' on the job!)
 Damn, I dozed off, the last night my company had her clothes off
 (Hey, wanna work some overtime?)
 Naw boss, ain't no benefits in it, cuz I don't claim no dependants
 (You fired!) Before I even got to finish my sentance
 Then I got offended cuz he interupt me abruptly
 I but-but-but my ass, seeing my last pay, and I'm that-a-way
 [Chorus:]
 Man, fuck this job
 Take this muthafucka and shove it
 I make money-money, but not enough of it
 [Pete:]
 Everytime it's job related
 Eight hours seems stagnated
 Doin' someone else's chores, gettin' paid, but I can't take it
 Man I fake it, and I don't think I make it (why not?)
 Mainly cuz I'm unfocused and my only hope is lunch breaks
 Shit, I should quit, tell em stick it where they crap
 Matter of fact, let me get up in this bathroom to take a nap
 Never did I have a job that I was serious in, or curious in
 Every single one I wound up furious in
 I can't help it, I once felt it
 Now I feel it's wasted energy
 I need to spend the day doing something that will better me
 Not busing tables, washing dishes, pumping gas
 Not moving up the ladder or taking the time to do it right
 No patience for other business relations at the job site
 Man, I'm tired of this place, every day going through it
 You can get somebody else for this shit, even a monkey can do it
 [CHORUS]
 [Pete:]
 They want you highly programmable
 Ain't nothing tangible about no nigga
 Overstand the whole picture
 Corporations support foreing affairs
 Think they care you got your degree and want to start your career?
 Ghetto bastard with your bachelors
 Now what's the password?
 Go back and get your masters and own your own slaves
 Used to look at the teeth, now they peep the resume
 And then peep up in me, and I'm to good to say
 "Partna, I need this job badly like a muthafucka, I can't fake it"
 But 20 g's a year? Man, make it 30 and I'll take it
 Hey can I get the vacation package? Where all the perks?
 "Partna, don't push your probation, back to your work station"
 [spoken:]
 Shit basically every single job I ever had I can say fuck that job
 (Well then why you worked here?)
 It ain't meaned shit, I just mighta needed it at the time
 For something that I had to do, or something I had to pay
 Or some kind of rent or some kind of bills I had to pay
 (Yeah, I can feel that too)
 It don't mean shit (Yeah, it don't mean shit)
 I can waste every cent of every dollar I ever had on some bullshit
 (I feel you, man ay, fuck these muthafuckas man
 It's like we gotta enterprise our own shit
 And just mass market it, yaknowwhati'msayin?
 Yaknowwhati'msayin? We doin' this shit
 Ay, fuck this job
 And you know why?
 Cuz I was laid, and they still didn't give me my vacation pay
 haha