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[Del]
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It's the Repo Man! Reposession is my occupation
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It's not my fault you facin foreclosure, I told ya
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I'm just an agent, workin for the man
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and his manuscript say you owe him for this land
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Don't cry to me, and don't lie to me
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Actin like you ain't home, fakin on the phone
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You shoulda thought about that when you bought the Benzy
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You missed a few increments
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now we gotta come and get yo' shit
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If you slip on the payments
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I get paid to make sure that you pay rent
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or get out, throw all your clothes in the streets
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Frozen meats, out your refridgerator
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then my boys come back and get it later with the forklift
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Heh, we don't care how hard you worked, we takin yo' shit
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It's too late, your payment's way past your due date
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You couldn't hide from me, even with a new face
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or plastic surgery, your debt's outstandin
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I don't care about your family, don't hand me
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no excuses, you know it's useless, no one's stoppin me
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Just get off the property before I bring the cops with me
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Possibly, this could turn into a criminal act
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Gimme your fax machine, PlayStation in the basement
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adjacent, to the big screen television
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You can't tell the system no, we gotta get the dough
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The company want they G's, or the keys
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to the convertible, and hey, nothin personal, okay?
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I'm just doin my job (you know?)
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Collectin on your debts, now you're losin a wad
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Bruisin your wallet, whatever in your pocketbook
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all get took, to my agency, then they payin me
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It ain't phasin me, that's my thing
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When I mob off witcha shit, listen to me sing
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La la la la la la la, la la la la la *repeat 8X*
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[Boots]
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*thck* One, paycheck from sleepin on the street
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*tchka* Two/too, many bills my scrill don't meet
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*tchka* Three day notice from the landlord on the seat
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Fo-fo', caliber shots ain't discrete
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But motherfuckers still jack frequent, no secret
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cause they shit be delinquent
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And on closer inspection, reposession collection
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motivates birth protection in the brokest section
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In other words, the ghetto
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Repo Man, pullin strings like Giupetto
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Squeeze two at him, let go
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Cause I just gotta be real
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I'm tired of informercials with them five-year payment deals
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See I was sleepin on the carpet in my apartment
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when I heard my car ignition cause somebody sparked it
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So I run all the way down the hallway full throttle
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Don't give in is my motto, so I bust him with a bottle
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He screamin, "Whatchu gon' pay me with?"
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Then he started laughin singin crazy shit
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[Del] La la la la la la la, la la la la la
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I said, "SHUT THE FUCK UP," and then I banked him in the jaw
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But that was no use, even though he skidaddled
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bill collectors make my phone rattle, tell my kids don't tattle
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When you pick up the receiver, I'm sick with a fever
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You don't know where I am either
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Even hillbillies at a party linedancin
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get they Ford trucks with poor financing
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Banks that give the loan figure - damn, in the worst case
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we makin money cause we had it in the first place!
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And where was it that they got that cash from?
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You when you deposit it from bustin yo' ass
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Well two weeks after that last altercation
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I noticed my front lock had a slight alteration
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My TV was gone and out the window from my room
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I heard the Repo Man sing his devious tune, it went
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[Del] La la la la la la la, la la la la la *repeat 8X*
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The Repo Man Sings for You
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The Coup |