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You get me up each morning in addition to the Lord, 
I'm grateful that I have you but it's time to even score,

without you I'd be sleeping down on someone's 
hardwood floor, but f* you, I refuse to take your BS 
anymore.

I give you 40 hours ev'ry week I'm so OG, I 
sometimes give you more by labor laws I'm so OT,

morose'fully I hopefully envision an escape, you pay 
me yes but even still it's like I'm being raped.

You vaseline me savagely then say it's for my good, 
then penetrate me rough with ev'ry inch of thy own 
wood,

I can't take any time off cause it has to be acrued, 
which leaves me hanging open feeling used and 
plus I'm screwed,

If God forbid that something happens with the kids at 
home, it's you Mr. Employer that makes workers 
grab the chrome,

and spazz out in the office puttin lead in others' 
heads, instead of work for you they feel they're better 
being dead.

I won't take those extremes but still I know just how 
they feel, instead of keep it real you'd rather give your 
workers dill,

like pickle nothin trickles down the bottom rung to 
those, who prostitute themselves for you we're like 
your workplace h03s.

Morale is at an all time low cause folks are just fed 
up, if you'd just treat us right we'd happ'lly work with 
our heads up

inside the clouds for miles and miles but that won't 
happen can't you see, I need you but I f*ing hate you, 
signed an employee.

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