Job Song Lyrics to Job Song :[Consequence:]Excuse me I beg your pardon?Nah, wha-wait hold up hold up hold up hold upBitch you don'tI don't get paid enough for you to be talkin to me like thatStraight up and downI don't feel like standin the by fuckin front door aight?You know what? Matter fact, a year from nowWhen you at home on your only day off and you watchin UPNYou see me come up there and get my motherfuckin awardTell yo' kids I saidHow to get stuck in a dead-end job when I can rapWhen I call my bill collectors they ain't tryin to hear thatMatter fact they askin Dexter when I plan the paybackOn that long line of credit that they lent me way backWay back, way back, at the turn of the centuryThe notice they sent to me is sayin essentiallyIf I don't pay that balance off along with a extra feePenitentiary or criminal chargesProbably soon to follow if you dare disregard thisAnd that got me nauseous, and feelin precautiousCause the fruits of my labor, ain't barin no harvestAt least as … [Read more...] about Work Lyrics: this just ain't where I'm 'sposed to be