Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Slacker, artist - Tech N9ne.
Date of issue: 23.09.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Slacker |
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… |
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 |
(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? |
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! |
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 |
I’m a slacker (doo) I’m a slacker (doo-doo-doo-doo) yeah (doo-o) |