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Жанры : rap hip-hop horrorcore gangsta rap hip hop

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[talking]
Slacker: a person who shirts his work or duty
A person who evades military service in the wartime
Hehehehehe.. I know one thing man
I`m gonna have my kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flame
Youknowhat`msayin? heheheheh..
Eat, drink, and be merry, tomorrow you may die
That`s what life`s about man, good times, a little salad
Haha...

[Verse One: Tech]
Yo yo
I`m a product of reganomics, neurotic
They sayin homage is gone up, inhaling chronic
The oddest I`m stayin honest - I`m bout to make it famous
So you can take that J-O-B and you can shove it up your anus
I ain`t never understood how the world works
But I always understood why the girls twerk
for a baller not a nine-to-five
Barely makin it with disgust behind ya eyes
So I just, grip my piece, rip off fleece
Out to take ya lip off chief, with my peeps
We ruthless - if you got money then deuce it
Goofs get toothless, with loose off two-fifths, we useless
I wanna kick it but ain`t got the dough
Sneak in the concert, trip and make `em stop the show
We gots to go! Push me and I sock the po`
Gettin the bail from my parents is impossible

[Chorus]
(I`m a slacker) - never did I have a lotta dough
(I`m a slacker) - smoking pot and watching videos
(I`m a slacker) - go whichever way the wind blows
Those just tuning in, I`m just lettin you know
(I`m a slacker) - everytime I take a look around
(I`m a slacker) - stuck up on the faces around
I don`t do enough, I just fool around
Y`all can go to hell, how does that sound?

[Verse Two: Tech]
Now you can tell from my everyday fits, I ain`t rich
I sneak with a piece when I grit (grit)
I`m just another gatman caught up in the mix (mix)
Tryna take yo` dollar and yo` fifteen cents (I grind with a pistol)
I stay rid of you lames (y`all gay!)
I play video games (all day!)
When Kans City mo` brains, it`s gritty slow game
We diddy-bop with really no change (y`all bang!)
And people holla "How ya do dat dere"
"Why ya pants hanging low, and why you grew that hair?"
Lightin a bleeze or with my people ridin a Regal
Always in trouble with coppers cuz we drivin illegal (drivin illegal)
I ain`t never givin them lee-way to hear me nay
The judicial assembly`s gay hey!
I come out at night cuz I sleep all day!
Tryna get with Def Jam, Loud, or MCA!

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Tech]
Yo yo check
Enter the party and my homies got to pay for me
I look dazed, it just be another day for me
Gettin drunk, hopin I get to the crib safely
Pray for me, cuz I`m needin money majorly
Sit at home watchin MTV with a empty P-
O-C-K-E-T; I MP3 everything that I hear on the streets
Never buy it, don`t deny it, I`m the fear I`ma be
You say get a job? I say hit a knob
Cuz the way you run the world is every bit a fraud
So what you askin me? You get no tax from me
I got whites, natives, and mexicans, and blacks with me
Huh! I`m tryna get up there with Master P
Pass the D, cuz that`s the way it has to be
We bust to be free, we trust to be G
So FUCK who be glee, it sucks to be me

[Chorus] - 2X

I`m a slacker (doo) I`m a slacker (doo-doo-doo-doo) yeah (doo-o)
[repeat until fade]

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