It's the repo man, is my occupation not my fault you facin' foreclosure, I told ya I'm an agent, workin' for the man And his manuscript say you owe him for land
cry to me and don't lie to me Actin' like you ain't home, fakin' on the You shoulda thought about that when you the Benzy You a few increments Now we gotta come and get yo'
If you slip on the I get paid to make sure you pay rent Or get out, throw all clothes in the streets meats out your refrigerator
Then my come back and get it later with the forklift Heh, we don't how hard you worked, we takin' yo' shit It's too late, your payment's way past due date You couldn't hide from me, with a new face
Or plastic surgery, your debt's I don't care about your family, don't me No excuses, you know it's useless, no one's me Just get off the property I bring the cops with me
Possibly, this could turn into a act Gimme fax machine, PlayStation in the basement Adjacent to the big television You can't the system no, we gotta get the dough
The want they G's or the keys To the convertible and hey, nothin' personal, I'm just my job (You know?) Collectin' on debts, now you're losin' a wad
Bruisin' your wallet, whatever in your All get took to my agency, then they me It ain't me, that's my thing I mob off witcha shit, listen to me sing
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One, paycheck from sleepin' on the Too many bills my scrill don't Three day notice the landlord on the seat Fo-fo' caliber shots discrete
But still jack frequent, no secret 'Cause they shit be And on inspection, repossession collection Motivates birth protection in the brokest
In words, the ghetto Repo man, strings like Giupetto Squeeze two at him, let go, 'cause I just gotta be I'm tired of infomercials with five-year payment deals
See I was on the carpet in my apartment When I heard my car ignition 'cause sparked it So I run all the way down the full throttle 'Don't give in' is my motto, so I bust him a bottle
He screamin', "Whatchu pay me with?" Then he started laughin', singin' shit La la la la la la la, la la la la la I said, "Shut the fuck up", and then I him in the jaw
But was no use, even though he skidaddled Bill collectors make my phone rattle, tell my kids tattle When you up the receiver, I'm sick with a fever You don't know I am either
Even hillbillies at a party line Get they trucks with poor financing Banks that the loan figure, damn, in the worst case We makin' money 'cause we had it in the place
And where was it that they got cash from? You when you deposit it bustin' yo' ass Well, two weeks after last altercation I noticed my lock had a slight alteration My TV was gone and out the from my room I the repo man sing his devious tune, it went
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