hey boss

hey Mr wanna be a business man, u fake ass smile to my face stab me in my back soon as go to the back room u gonna pay me MY MONEY i suppose u posing the way u do cause that's the only way u knew, how u grew up till u got old. now look u about to get told. who the fuck works and wears cologne I work hard for ur pansy ass and cause u don't know how to use ur hands I can use my hands to ball up and beat ur monkey little ass now hurry up and give me my fucking cash u show up in George Jetsons Chevy its already half past eleven 30 yeah so what u the fucking boss I'll find another line of work u can kick rocks fuck the chit chatting, I'm ready to send ur ass packing cause u lacking the common skills ought smack ya cause u liable to get urself killed u suck at this construction stuff I've seen and heard enough. yes bet I got u stressing my fist and ur face are destined to get in a wreck cause I can't get u to write a damn check even mild mannered Brian is thinking bout snapping ya neck. u lived a safe sheltered life never had to go to school with a big ass knife now u got a big ass mouth and shoot it off a lot say something fly boy and ya block knocked off u blue collar, I'm no collar no sleeves and last to leave first to show up tomorrow. u ain't getting shit done with out us I can work circles around ur crew and the job aint getting done with pussies like u ignoramous w unrealistic goals that grow,4 pessimistic