We're handing out fried food, picking up change
you're acting like this's the New York Stock Exchange
you've got me at the ready with my hand on the knob
I'm ready to bounce 'cause I'm sick of this job
you're yelling and screaming as if I'm a threat
when in reality I'm a huge asset
but don't fret, I'll leave, I'm sure I won't upset
I'll just jet (I'm in debt), but YOU'LL be in regret!
You've chased off a trio with good work ethics
and replaced them with fools who like to play tricks.
They listen to a music that has got no name
it's just a bunch of loops and the lyrics profane
they never want to work, come in high, just berserk
you've made some bad decisions and now I just smirk
'cause you're digging up a plot, you're own resting place
you will never save face, keep pace, or run this space
I'll just stand by and laugh as you continue to disgrace
yourself and this job- cause the past you can't erase
they all hate you, whacked out crazy god damn bitch
you've got me hot and bothered in this fever pitch
but I know that life goes on, that I'm better than you
I'll be gone, better off, so I bid you adieu!
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