Body Count
Get a Job
This stress is killin' me
The pressure is agony
Those people work till they break
While others just take

Stop begging, get a job
Get a gun, motherfucker, go on and rob
I’m up at 5 AM, did my work and
You sleep all day wondering why you’re broke
Then you get on the phone and sweat your friends
Sad stories, sad stories never end
You claim you’re fly but always need
You’re always broke but got money for weed

I got a problem too
I keep seeing you
I got a problem too
I keep helping you

I got a problem too
I keep seeing you
I got a problem too
I keep helping you

Get a job, motherfucker
Learn to rob, motherfucker
Get a job, motherfucker
Learn to rob, motherfucker
Do you carry a gun? You sit still
You never pay me back and never will
And we can man it out, you breaking my balls
Till I give the fuck up and block your call
I’m the bad guy with a bank account
You just move to your next friend and burn him out
Everyone knows this guy, this shit’s true
Or maybe this song’s about you

I got a problem too
I keep seeing you
I got a problem too
I keep helping you

I got a problem too
I keep seeing you
I got a problem too
I keep helping you

Get a job, motherfucker
Learn to rob, motherfucker
Get a job, motherfucker
Learn to rob, motherfucker

Get a job!