Slacker Explicit Version Lyrics - Tech N9ne

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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 xxx 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 xxxx 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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