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Coup, The - "The Repo Man Sings For You"
Lyrics to The Repo Man Sings For You : Its the repo man Repossession is my occupation Its not my fault you facin foreclosure I told ya Im just a agent, working for the man And his manuscript say you owe him for this land Dont cry to me and dont lie to me Actin like you aint home fakin on the phone You shoulda thought about that when you bought the Benzy You missed a few increments, now we gotta come and get yo shit If you slip on the payments, I get paid to make sure that you pay rent Or get out, throw your clothes in the streets Frozen meats, out your refrigerator Then my boys come back and get it later with the forklift Hey we dont care how hard you work, we takin yo shit Its too late, the payments way past your due date You couldnt hide from me even with a new face Or plastic surgery, your debts outstandin! I dont care about your family, Dont hand me no excuses, You know its useless No ones stoppin me, just get off the property before I bring the cops with me Possibly this could turn into a criminal act Gimme your fax machine Playstation in the basement Adjacent to the big screen television You cant tell the system no, we gotta get the dough The company want they Gs, or the keys to the convertible And hey, nothing personal Okay, Im just doin my job Collectin on your debts, now you losin a wad Bruisin your wallet, whatever in your pocketbook All get took to my agency, then they payin me It aint phasin me, thats my thing When I mob off wit yo shit, listen to me sing La la la la la la la, la la la la la la La la la la la la la, la la la la la la Jack one, paycheck from sleepin on the street Jack two/too, many bills my scrill dont meet Jack three day notice from the landlord on the seat fo fo..., caliber shots aint discrete But motherfucker still jack frequent. No secret cause they shit be delinquent And on closer inspection, repossession collection motivates birth protection in the broken section In other words, the ghetto Repo man pulling strings like Geppetto Squeeze two at him let go Cause I just gotta be real Im tired of infomercials with them five-year payment deals See I was sleepin on the carpet in my apartment When I hear my car ignition cause somebody sparked it So I run all the way down the hallway, full throttle "Dont give in" is my motto, so I bust him with a bottle Hes screamin what you goin pay me with Then he started laughin singin crazy shit La la la la la la la, la la la la la la I said, "Shut the fuck up!" and then I banked him in the jaw But that was no use, even though he skedaddled Bill collectors make my phone rattle til my kids dont taddle "When you pick up the receiver, Im sick with a fever" "You dont know where I am either" Even hillbillies at a party-line dancin Get they Ford trucks with Ford financing Banks that give the loan figure, damn in the worst case We makin money cause we had it in the first place! And where was it that they got that cash from' You when you deposit from busting yo ass Well two weeks after that last altercation I noticed my font lock had a slight alteration My TV was gone and out the window from my room I heard the repo man sing his devious tune La la la la la la la, la la la la la la La la la la la la la, la la la la la la La la la la la la la, la la la la la la La la la la la la la, la la la la la la La la la la la la la, la la la la la la La la la la la la la, la la la la la la La la la la la la la, la la la la la la La la la la la la la, la la la la la la [spoken] Nah Uh, uh, what you doin' What the fuck'! Whos that' The repo'! What'! Id pay you all Id pay you all fuck this Im goin get my man to whoop his ass Dont try to hold me back Huh Howm I goin feed my kick without a frigerator What my kids goin slave for I hate yall I gave yall hundreds of dollars It seems like... seems like shit aint never get paid off [ The Repo Man Sings For You Lyrics ]
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