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Tech N9ne - Slacker

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[Intro]
Slacker: a person who shirks his work or duty
A person who evades military service in the wartime
Hehehehehe...I know one thing man
I'm gonna have my kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flames
You know what I'm saying? Heheheheh...
Eat, drink, and be merry. Because, tomorrow you may die
That's what life's about man, good times, a little salad
Haha...

[Verse 1]
Yo yo
I'm a product of Reaganomics, neurotic
They saying I'm it, just got up, inhaling chronic
The oddest I'm staying honest - I'm about to make it famous
So you can take that J-O-B and you can shove it up your anus
I ain't never understood how the world works
But I always understood why the girls twerk
For a baller not a nine-to-five
Barely makin it with disgust behind your eyes
So I just, grip my piece, rip off fleece
Out to take ya lip off chief, with my peeps
We ruthless - if you got money then deuce it
Goofs get toothless, we loose off two-fifths, we useless
I wanna kick it but ain't got the dough
Sneak in the concert, trip, and make 'em stop the show
We gots to go! Push me and I sock the po'
Gettin the bail from my parents is impossible

[Hook]
(I'm a slacker) - never did I have a lot of dough
(I'm a slacker) - smoking pot and watching videos
(I'm a slacker) - go whichever way the wind blows
Those just tuning in, I'm just letting you know
(I'm a slacker) - every time I take a look around
(I'm a slacker) - stuck upon my face is a frown
I don't do enough, I just fool around
Y'all can go to hell, how does that sound?

[Verse 2]
Now you can tell from my everyday 'fits, I ain't rich
I sneak with a piece when I grit (grit)
I'm just another gatman caught up in the mix (mix)
Tryna take yo' dollar and your fifteen cents (I grind with a pistol)
I stay rid of you lames (y'all gay!)
I play video games (all day!)
With Kansas City, MO brains, it's a gritty slow game
We diddy-bop with really no change (y'all pay!)
And people holla "How ya do that there
Why ya pants hanging low, and why you grew that hair?"
Lighting a bleeze or with my people riding a Regal
Always in trouble with coppers cuz we drivin illegal (drivin illegal)
I ain't never giving them lee-way, to hear me nay
The judicial assembly's gay (hey!)
I come out at night cuz I sleep all day!
Tryna get with Def Jam, Loud, or MCA!

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Yo yo check
Enter the party and my homies got to pay for me
I look dazed, it just be another day for me
Getting drunk, hoping I get to the crib safely
Pray for me, cuz, I'm needin' money majorly
Sit at home watching MTV with a empty P-
O-C-K-E-T, I MP3, everything that I hear on the streets
Never buy it, don't deny it, I'm the fear I'm a beast
You say get a job? I say hit a knob!
Because the way you run the world is every bit a fraud
So what you ask from me? You get no tax from me
I got whites, natives, and mexicans, and blacks with me
Huh! I'm tryna get up there with Master P
Pass the D, cuz, that's the way it has to be
We bust to be free, we trust to be G
So fuck who be glee, it sucks to be me

[Hook (2X)]

I'm a slacker (doo) I'm a slacker (doo-doo-doo-doo) yeah (doo-o)
[Repeat until fade]
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