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Slacker: a person who shirks 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 You know what I'm sayin? 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) - smokin' 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 by 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) Tryin' to 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! Tryin' to 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 Holidays, it just be another day for me Gettin' drunk, hopin' I get to the criller 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 tryin' to 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]  More Tech N9ne Song Lyrics
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