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It's the repo man, repossession is my
It's not my you facin' foreclosure, I told ya
I'm an agent, workin' for the man
And his manuscript say you owe him for this

Don't cry to me and lie to me
like you ain't home, fakin' on the phone
You shoulda thought that when you bought the Benzy
You missed a few
Now we gotta and get yo' shit

If you on the payments
I get to make sure that you pay rent
Or get out, throw all your in the streets
Frozen out your refrigerator

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

Or plastic surgery, your outstandin'
I don't care about your family, don't me
No excuses, you know useless, no one's stoppin' me
Just get off the property I bring the cops with me

Possibly, this turn into a criminal act
Gimme fax machine, PlayStation in the basement
Adjacent to the big screen
You can't tell the no, we gotta get the dough

The company want they G's or the
To the convertible and hey, personal, okay?
I'm doin' 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, they payin' me
It ain't phasin' me, that's my
When I mob off witcha shit, listen to me

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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' caliber shots discrete

But motherfuckers jack frequent, no secret
they shit be delinquent
And on closer inspection, collection
Motivates birth protection in the brokest

In other words, the
Repo man, pullin' like Giupetto
Squeeze two at him, let go, 'cause I gotta be real
I'm tired of infomercials with them five-year deals

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

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

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

hillbillies at a party line dancin'
Get they Ford trucks with financing
Banks that give the figure, damn, in the worst case
We money 'cause we had it in the first place

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

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