Get up, work, sleep, eat 
Purchase power, shave, repeat 
Clean shirt, dirty socks 
Car alarm, alarm clocks 
Sleep depravation 
Mental masturbation 
Spend, spend and never save 
Minimum Wage Slave 
Gotta wake up at 8 but I can’t, I can’t, I can’t 
Cause running through my mind is murder, sawed offs, panic, and mayhem 
You don’t wanna wake this beast, I curl up tight under my sheets 
But Chick McGee on my alarm reminds me that I can’t sleep 
So I put on my polo, dress slacks, dress shoes, look for my black frames 
Cause I gotta see so I can make pizza and sell you nerds video games 
These nerds think that I live the dream, free pizza and free PSPs
But I should probably roundhouse kick them and see if their all on PCP 
Electronics don’t come cheap, I could get a better deal on EBay 
And when I tell em they should reserve a game they don’t listen to a damn thing I say 
So excuse me if I don’t feel bad and drop down on both of my knees 
Bout how you wanted Guitar Hero 3 but it sold out on the Wii 
Come in here all the time, you’re still paying for extra bacon 
Don’t try to take advantage of this nice guy making phony relations 
Can’t feel too bad, in Washington we make seven ninety three 
And ya know it’s going up again to eight bucks in January 
And I got holiday hours creeping up on me daily and nightly 
If I gave you a gun and would you shoot me if i asked you nicely?
Shouldn’t keep razor blades behind the counter, giving me dark ideas 
Wish these kids would just go home, who needs games when you still got your hot wheels 
Broken neon sign out front says that I work at umbia Center 
Never shoplift, but if she’s cute and busty, well then I’ll probably let her 
Imma slave for the minimum wage, probably should have just kept my fat ass in school 
Twelve years too long, now i’m a pawn, every damn day played like a fool 
I smell like onion and garlic, I feel empty and cathartic 
See myself as a moocher, I’ll taste success in the future 
Cause what you hear is so damn sweet 
Other MCs bow down to my feet 
But that’s just a dream, because actually, I’m more like 12 steps from the elite 
I’m an artist with a mic but same goes with pepperoni and dough 
Don’t even tell me your topping, my fingers already know 
I’m down the best I can, 2 jobs I’m the man with a mic in my hand 
But folks in this land they don’t understand 
When all the shit hits the fan that’s all part of my plan 
I’m a minimum wage slave, working for the man, yeah 
Every dollar that I make they take it from my damn hand 
Working two jobs, and I burly get by 
But I gotta suck it up cause sadly this is my life 
And I don’t know what Beefy can do 
Don’t know if there’s anything I can say to you 
To make you understand that I’m just a man not a fan of dollar bills being snatched from my hand 
Now I pay rent for real 
Using change in my car to pay my bills 
Hockin my TV, living life cheaply 
No more ladies who’s dads wanna beat me 
Cause now I don’t have the cash for a dork date and to treat you proper 
Guess life is a bitch and there’s no way a dude like me could ever stop her 
Now I just sit at home 
Fat ass in the living room all alone 
Fake ass YT, hacking encryptions 
So Microsoft doesn’t end my Live subscription 
Overdrafting on the daily just to get gasoline in my truck 
But still I tipping like a pimp cause frankly I’m not giving a…darn 
Just give me the check you can keep the fame 
Don’t care if Joe Blow’s never learning my name 
Stomach’s got pain and it’s totally lame 
Got shame from this game and I’m going insane