This ones for all my early morning grinders, bakers, and service workers.
lyrics
I been Slicing the carcass and whippin the flesh,
Cooking this cancer cause people love death, x2
Hop up out the bed!
Get my Slave On!
Sick of hearing all the same dang songs,
Turn that thing off,
Cause its always wack,
Gotta get the Cheddar right,
I'm slicing bricks making stacks,
Making stacks, x2
Bakers whippin in the back,
Bread is waiting by the rack,
By the rack,
That's a fact,
I ain't in the trap,
I just clock in with no strap!
I been working, x3
Take that back.
I been Slaving x3
Where its at?
Need a 40 and a mule,
Fuck that 40 oz of brew,
Still I'm thirsty,
Some be dirty,
Use the .40 as the tool,
I been Slicing the carcass and whippin the flesh,
Cooking this cancer cause people love death, x4
Whip like this you'll break your wrist,
Ain't seen a chemist kit,
Still be stackin dollars,
While the hours got my girlfriend pissed,
At the job,
Working hard,
Aprons On,
When it's dark,
5AM I'm at it,
Still ain't slept,
Just like an addict,
At them ovens where its hot,
Like them flames under the pot,
Light my flame up when I'm off,
No my name don't reign on blocks,
It ain't no Future here,
I'm moving rare,
With some boosted gear,
Jewels is near,
Keep me grounded Spit it Crystal Clear, x4
(That tiger's eye, That Pyrite, That Sodalite,That Kyanite,)
So I'm still right here,
Slicing the carcass and whippin the flesh,
Cooking this cancer cause people love death, x2
