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It's the man, repossession 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 this

cry to me and don't lie to me
Actin' like you home, fakin' on the phone
You thought about that when you bought the Benzy
You a few increments
Now we gotta come and get yo'

If you slip on the
I get paid to make that you pay rent
Or get out, all your clothes in the streets
meats out your refrigerator

Then my boys back and get it later with the forklift
Heh, we don't care how hard you worked, we takin' yo'
It's too late, payment's way past your due date
You couldn't from me, even with a new face

Or plastic surgery, your outstandin'
I care about your family, don't hand 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 turn into a criminal act
Gimme your fax machine, PlayStation in the
Adjacent to the big television
You can't the system no, we gotta get the dough

The company want they G's or the
To the convertible and hey, personal, okay?
I'm just my job
(You know?)
Collectin' on debts, now you're losin' a wad

Bruisin' wallet, whatever in your pocketbook
All get took to my agency, then payin' me
It phasin' me, that's my thing
When I mob off witcha shit, to me sing

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One, from sleepin' on the street
Too many my scrill don't meet
Three day notice from the on the seat
Fo-fo' shots ain't discrete

But still jack frequent, no secret
'Cause shit be delinquent
And on inspection, repossession collection
Motivates birth protection in the brokest

In other words, the
Repo man, pullin' strings like
two at him, let go, 'cause I just gotta be real
I'm tired of infomercials with them payment deals

See I was sleepin' on the in my apartment
When I heard my car ignition somebody sparked it
So I run all the way down the hallway full
'Don't give in' is my motto, so I him with a bottle

He screamin', "Whatchu pay me with?"
Then he started laughin', singin' shit
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I said, "Shut the fuck up", and I banked him in the jaw

But that was no use, even he skidaddled
Bill make my phone rattle, tell my kids don't tattle
you pick up the receiver, I'm sick with a fever
You don't know I am either

Even hillbillies at a party line
Get they Ford trucks with poor
Banks that the loan figure, damn, in the worst case
We makin' 'cause we had it in the first place

And was it that they got that cash from?
You when you it from bustin' yo' ass
Well, two after that last altercation
I my front lock had a slight alteration
My TV was and out the window from my room
I heard the repo man sing his tune, it went

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