Coup - The Repo Man Sings For You Lyrics
[del]Its the repo man! reposession is my occupationIts not my fault you facin foreclosure, I told yaIm just an agent, workin for the manAnd his manuscript say you owe him for this landDont cry to me, and dont lie to meActin like you aint home, fakin on the phoneYou shoulda thought about that when you bought the benzyYou missed a few incrementsNow we gotta come and get yo shitIf you slip on the paymentsI get paid to make sure that you pay rentOr get out, throw all your clothes in the streetsFrozen meats, out your refridgeratorThen my boys come back and get it later with the forkliftHeh, we dont care how hard you worked, we takin yo shitIts too late, your payments way past your due dateYou couldnt hide from me, even with a new faceOr plastic surgery, your debts outstandinI dont care about your family, dont hand meNo excuses, you know its useless, no ones stoppin meJust get off the property before I bring the cops with mePossibly, this could turn into a criminal actGimme your fax machine, playstation in the basementAdjacent, to the big screen televisionYou cant tell the system no, we gotta get the doughThe company want they gs, or the keysTo the convertible, and hey, nothin personal, okay?Im just doin my job (you know? )Collectin on your debts, now youre losin a wadBruisin your wallet, whatever in your pocketbookAll get took, to my agency, then they payin meIt aint phasin me, thats my thingWhen I mob off witcha shit, listen to me singLa la la la la la la, la la la la la *repeat 8x*[boots]*thck* one, paycheck from sleepin on the street*tchka* two/too, many bills my scrill dont meet*tchka* three day notice from the landlord on the seatFo-fo, caliber shots aint discreteBut mother*****ers still jack frequent, no secretCause they shit be delinquentAnd on closer inspection, reposession collectionMotivates birth protection in the brokest sectionIn other words, the ghettoRepo man, pullin strings like giupettoSqueeze two at him, let goCause I just gotta be realIm tired of informercials with them five-year payment dealsSee I was sleepin on the carpet in my apartmentWhen I heard my car ignition cause somebody sparked itSo I run all the way down the hallway full throttleDont give in is my motto, so I bust him with a bottleHe screamin, whatchu gon pay me with?Then he started laughin singin crazy shit[del] la la la la la la la, la la la la laI said, shut the ***** up, and then I banked him in the jawBut that was no use, even though he skidaddledBill collectors make my phone rattle, tell my kids dont tattleWhen you pick up the receiver, Im sick with a feverYou dont know where I am eitherEven hillbillies at a party linedancinGet they ford trucks with poor financingBanks that give the loan figure - damn, in the worst caseWe makin money cause we had it in the first place!And where was it that they got that cash from?You when you deposit it from bustin yo assWell two weeks after that last altercationI noticed my front lock had a slight alterationMy tv was gone and out the window from my roomI heard the repo man sing his devious tune, it went[del] la la la la la la la, la la la la la *repeat 8x*
