Art Rush - Big Boss Gronk lyrics

Art: I work at KFC all through the day When I turn up late, they dock my pay Cause my boss is a sh** c*nt My boss is a sh** c*nt Big boss gronk Kid: Big boss gronk, dock my pay cause I'm late Piss off co*k, not staying back, okay Don't know what makes you such a f**wit You s** it, you take it out the back and f** it Corrupted by the dumb sh** to function Save funds with the young kids you run with Puttin' pepper in me bevvy when I'm not lookin' aye Sippin' now I'm flippin' cause I'm hatin' the taste What a chafe, hate this place Never get a hookup or a free feed, no way, so I gotta stow away Stolen chicken, stolen drinks, in a safe place In case the c*nt catches me In this KFC, it's the way it be Never free under lock and key can't TC my B Been workin' here since I was sixteen The only thing that's changed is the people round me Never get respect, only rats and more grief Wanna wring around the neck After all he done for me, the No. 1 employee Where's my loyalty, I showed to you first You're not f**ing royalty Should've spoiled me instead of toyed with me I'm not your property and you cannot foil me Art: Big boss gronk, can't you hear me when I call Big boss gronk, can't you hear me when I call Well you ain't so big, you just tall, that's all Well you got me workin' boss man, workin' around the clock I wanna little drink of 7Up, but you won't let The Kid stop Big boss gronk Kid: Writin' lyric on me greaseproof paper Out the back on the boxes that I gotta pack later on The boss's gotten on to what I'm doing and he thinks it is so wrong Writing songs, what a gronk Charge me five cents per paper, I hate ya See you later, soon they will replace ya Tight-a** prick, lick a dick You're a dipstick Go put on some lipstick before I get your wig split Your sh** reeks and I quit I hurt my leg on the leg from the feds Jumped the fence at the expense of getting caught by the pork And I call to report and I'm forced to abort Earning nought, what a gronk I'm out for the week, it all depends You know what, I'm never coming in again I'm goin' home Art: Well you ain't so big, Kid: You ain't nothin' wanna brawl Art: You just tall, that's all Oy oy I wanna jump in, I had a sh** boss once as well Check this out, yo, uh Big boss gronk at Movies 4U Dodgy little shop, you know it's f**in' true Two years, cash in hand, ten bucks an hour, what I walk to Hunters Hill so I can start at ten o'clock And the boss keeps taking away my chair "Mate, I'm not underpaying you to just sit there" Hey, f** you cause there's nothing to do You look around the room and say, "This needs a vacuum" Realphabetise every chance that you get Two customers an hour but somehow you're paying rent I know there's something dodgy going on One underpaid day at a time and I'm gone I'm goin' home