Get up. Work. Sleep. Eat.
Purchase power. Shave. Repeat.
Clean shirt. Dirty socks.
Car alarm. Alarm clocks.
Sleep depravation.
Mental masturbation.
Spend, spend and never save.
Minimum Wage Slave.
Gotta wake up at 8 but I can't, I can't, I can't
Cause running through my mind is sawed offs, murder, panic, and mayhem
You don't wanna wake this beast, I curl up tight under my sheets
But Chick McGee on my alarm reminds me that I cannot sleep
So yeah, I put on my polo, dress slacks, dress shoes, look for my black frames
Cause I gotta see so I can make pizza and sell you kids video games
Nerds think I'm living the dream: free pizza and free PSPs
But Beefy probably should roundhouse kick them and see if they're all on PCP
Electronics don't come cheap, I could probably get a better deal on eBay
When I tell 'em they should reserve a game they don't listen to a word that I say
So excuse me if I don't feel bad and drop down to both of my knees
'Bout how you wanted Guitar Hero but it sold out on the Wii
Come in here all the time, you're still paying for extra bacon
Don't try to take advantage by making up fake relations
But I can't feel too bad. Washington - we make seven ninety three
And ya know it's going up again to eight bucks in January
Get up. Work. Sleep. Eat.
Purchase power. Shave. Repeat.
Clean shirt. Dirty socks.
Car alarm. Alarm clocks.
Sleep depravation.
Mental masturbation.
Spend, spend and never save.
Minimum Wage Slave.
And I got holiday hours creeping up on me daily and nightly
If I gave you a gun, would you shoot me if I asked you nicely?
Don't keep razor blades behind the counter, giving me some dark ideas
Wish these kids would just go home, who needs games when you still got Hot Wheels
Broken neon sign out front says that I work at umbia Center
Never shoplift, but if she's cute and busty then I'll probably let her
Well, I'm-a slave for the minimum wage, probably should have just kept my fat a** in school
Twelve years too long, now I'm a pawn, every damn day played like a fool
I smell like onions and garlic, I feel empty and cathartic
I see myself as a moocher, I'll taste success in the future
Cause what you hear is so damn sweet other MCs bow down to my feet
That's just a dream, because actually, I'm more like 12 steps from the elite
I'm an artist with this mic but same goes with pepperoni and dough
Don't even tell me your topping, my fingers already know
I'm down the best I can, 2 jobs I'm the man with a mic in my hand
But folks in this land they don't understand
When the sh** hits the fan that's all in my plan
Get up. Work. Sleep. Eat.
Purchase power. Shave. Repeat.
Clean shirt. Dirty socks.
Car alarm. Alarm clocks.
Sleep depravation.
Mental masturbation.
Spend, spend and never save.
Minimum Wage Slave.
I'm a minimum wage slave, working for the Man, yeah
Every dollar that I make they take it from my damn hand
Working two jobs, and I burly get by
But I gotta s** it up cause sadly this is my life
And I don't know what I can do,
I don't know enough words I can say to you
To make you understand that I'm just a man,
Not a fan of dollar bills being snatched from my hand
Now I pay rent for real,
Using change in my car just to pay my bills
Hockin my TV, living life cheaply,
No more ladies who's dads wanna beat me
'Cause now I don't have the cash for a dork date and to treat you proper
Guess life is a b**h and there's no way a dude like me could ever stop her
Now I just sit at home
Fat a** in the living room all alone
Fake a** YT, hacking encryptions
So Microsoft doesn't end my Live subscription
Overdrafting on the daily just to get gasoline in my truck
But still I tip like a pimp cause frankly not giving a… darn
Just give me the check, you can keep the fame
I don't care if Joe Blow's never learning my name
Stomach's got pain and it's totally lame
Got shame from this game and I'm going insane
Get up. Work. Sleep. Eat.
Purchase power. Shave. Repeat.
Clean shirt. Dirty socks.
Car alarm. Alarm clocks.
Sleep depravation.
Mental masturbation.
Spend, spend and never save.
Minimum Wage Slave.