Stupid Haitian Mexican

Song Description

A song written toward my boss who is condescending and rude. And also list the other people i deal with in my small office. The irony is that instead of being insulted, my boss liked the song and had me copy it to his ipod. Crazy bastard!!! lol!

Song Length 3:31 Genre Rap - Hip Hop, Rap - General
Tempo Medium Slow (91 - 110) Lead Vocal Male Vocal
Mood Annoyed Language English

Lyrics

It's written as a back and forth between my boss and me. Ultimately we both begrudgingly respect one another, but still...

And now, the song....

Oh no,oh no,
Here the fuck we go again
The workplace pace, fin to drive me to brink again
No lie, im bout to take a drink again
Blunt in one hand, other on a heineken

gotdam i just walked in at 10
Boss man mad, cause my tardiness offending him
Bossman can i get a little win
The days i slave, got me feeling like a bitter man

Fuck no , return to your cubicle
i got ten jobs that i need, and it's critical
do em wrong, and I will be replacing you
it aint that funny, all the money tha im paying you

Please believe me, i'm here to swallow bitter pills
i can't lose my job, cause my kids are really little still
Bossman, i know you get a silly thrill
but, i'm dead tired of you yelling, need to really chill

Ima yell, and make the shop a living hell
I'm PMS'ing , and you are gonna hear it well
Some days, i need a hundred sleeping pills
The peace i seek ima need to see a wishing well

so then, and not coincidentally
my outbursts hurt, both physically and mentally
keep complaining, and i will accidentally
make this place your worse penitentiary

This job, is fuken with me everyday
I cant be sick and i cant take a holiday
two years, i can't get a getaway
I can't dress up and i can't clean the smell away

here i sit, the stupid Haitian Mexican
I took this job cause i wanted to see checks again
If it kills me, please notify my next-of-kin
Bossman sitting with his feet up on the desk again

'f' him, the fucker is a millionaire
Hes goes gold, while im working on my
thinning hair
Late nights, wondering do he really care
damn insane in my brain cause im still here

Bossman, why the hell you bother me
Your words cut deep, and you're about to bust an artery
wonder why that everytime start with me
our stock go down and we diminish our camraderie

Wait a minute, there is no camaraderie
I'm the fucken boss, and you are just a pawn to me
you take for granted, we joke and have buffoonery
but i'm no fool, so i will have no fooling me

so you're saying, you'll really go to bat for me?
One day soon, your ways will change accordingly?
Ima thrive, and come to work so happily?
and we'll end up one big happy family?

hell no, i'm saying if you really need
i won't break balls, all the time, just a little bit
i won't get mad every time that you don't complete
the 15 tasks that i gave, but you won't concede

man, whatever, tommorow is another day
we won't just say, what we both know, we wanna say
we're both alike, in lots of other little ways
but damn this job, just defeated me another day

quit the bitchin, at least i deal with having you
lose this job, you'll be begging on the avenue
it tumbles down, takes away the man in you
once had it all, now you left with something bad in you

you insult me, as if i'm not a veteran
started off young, back before you even settled in
name one dude you don' t think that im better than
you need to back down, call me the trendsetter then

so you see, you fuken me, your fuken me
i give much love, what the hell do you give to me
i give my soul, my life to the company
you just keep on taking like it something free

here i sit, the stupid Haitian Mexican
I took this job cause i wanted to see checks again
If it kills me, please notify my next-of-kin
Bossman sitting with his feet up on the desk again

'f' him, the fucker is a millionaire
Hes goes gold, while im working on my
thinning hair
Late nights, wondering do he really care
damn insane in my brain cause im still here

here i sit, the stupid Haitian Mexican
I took this job cause i wanted to see checks again
If it kills me, please notify my next-of-kin
Bossman sitting with his feet up on the desk again

'f' him, the fucker is a millionaire
Hes goes gold, while im working on my
thinning hair
Late nights, wondering do he really care
damn insane in my brain cause im still here

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