Goin’ downtown with my britches draggin’.
Gotta stay out’ta da paddy wagon.
Fired from a job for the umpteenth time.
Work starts at six, wasn’t up by nine. Umph!
Old lady left me for a worthless stiff.
Not the first time and I’ll tell you dis.
This dude don’t blong to jus’ one gal.
Eighty nine befo losin’ count. Umph!
Freddy Brown still peddlin’ on the street.
Most think it’s drugs, but it’s or-gan-ic meat.
Tender chicken breasts and grain fed beef.
Taken frum stores, he sellz stuff cheap. Umph!
Fast Leroy Blunt, loves to steal Dodge cars.
No bread for gas, don’t drive them far.
We rides along, windows all down.
Four alley cats checkin’ out the town. Umph!
Chorus
I compose what they say is a worthless tune.
No responsibilities. Gots nuthin’ to lose.
Hang with my besties, listnin’ to obscene rap.
That’s what I do, jus’ shut yur trap. Umph!
Cops know me on a first name basis.
They picks me up and takes me places.
Much like Uber, yet with no fee.
I rides in back, and it’s all for free. Umph!
Homies blame the world for misfortune.
Ma always said, you can make it son.
Teacher not so nice, putz a spell on me.
Gives me the title, Mister Lay A Zee. Umph!
Time will tell whether I sink or swim.
Being parttime gangsta, for now I’s in.
Maybe someday I’ll gets somewhere.
For the moment though, jus’ don’t care. Umph!
Final Chorus
I compose what they say is a worthless tune.
No responsibilities. Gots nuthin’ ta lose.
Hang with my besties, listnin’ to awful rap.
That’s what I do, don’t give me krap. Umph!
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