The Repo Man Sings For You Lyrics by Coup, The

The Repo Man Sings For You Lyrics

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    It's the repo man! reposession is my occupation
    It's not my fault you facin foreclosure, i told ya
    I'm just an agent, workin for the man
    And his manuscript say you owe him for this land
    Don't cry to me, and don't lie to me
    Actin like you ain't home, fakin on the phone
    You shoulda thought about that when you bought the benzy
    You missed a few increments
    Now we gotta come and get yo' shit
    If you slip on the payments
    I get paid to make sure that you pay rent
    Or get out, throw all your clothes in the streets
    Frozen meats, out your refridgerator
    Then my boys come back and get it later with the forklift
    Heh, we don't care how hard you worked, we takin yo' shit
    It's too late, your payment's way past your due date
    You couldn't hide from me, even with a new face
    Or plastic surgery, your debt's outstandin
    I don't care about your family, don't hand me
    No excuses, you know it's useless, no one's stoppin me
    Just get off the property before i bring the cops with me
    Possibly, this could turn into a criminal act
    Gimme your fax machine, playstation in the basement
    Adjacent, to the big screen television
    You can't tell the system no, we gotta get the dough
    The company want they g's, or the keys
    To the convertible, and hey, nothin personal, okay?
    I'm just doin my job (you know?)
    Collectin on your debts, now you're losin a wad
    Bruisin your wallet, whatever in your pocketbook
    All get took, to my agency, then they payin me
    It ain't phasin me, that's my thing
    When i mob off witcha shit, listen to me sing

    La 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 don't meet
    *tchka* three day notice from the landlord on the seat
    Fo-fo', caliber shots ain't discrete
    But motherfuckers still jack frequent, no secret
    Cause they shit be delinquent
    And on closer inspection, reposession collection
    Motivates birth protection in the brokest section
    In other words, the ghetto
    Repo man, pullin strings like giupetto
    Squeeze two at him, let go
    Cause i just gotta be real
    I'm tired of informercials with them five-year payment deals
    See i was sleepin on the carpet in my apartment
    When i heard my car ignition cause somebody sparked it
    So i run all the way down the hallway full throttle
    Don't give in is my motto, so i bust him with a bottle
    He 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 la

    I said, "shut the fuck up," and then i banked him in the jaw
    But that was no use, even though he skidaddled
    Bill collectors make my phone rattle, tell my kids don't tattle
    When you pick up the receiver, i'm sick with a fever
    You don't know where i am either
    Even hillbillies at a party linedancin
    Get they ford trucks with poor financing
    Banks that give the loan figure - damn, in the worst case
    We 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' ass
    Well two weeks after that last altercation
    I noticed my front lock had a slight alteration
    My tv was gone and out the window from my room
    I 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*

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