Isaiah Storm - A LIV II: capitalism fucked me again? Lyrics

Oh hey, it's me again, last time we talked I bit off a squirrel's head
After that I escaped the police and went to bed
In the morning my mom's mad, her sixth husband wasn't my dad
She said her money situation is bad

Told me to get a f*cking job
I said whatever you f*cking blob
They said I won't cover someone who's never had a job
I said there were a few banks I robbed

She put her head in her hand and said oh my god
Told me we're going to mc dicks
I'm so excited for it
To bite in those fresh buns
I'm confused tho because we don't have the money
We pull up and she tells me get out I'm done
My eyes widen as I realize she expects me to work for these f*cking guys
I head over to the trash, last time I ate from the bin I got an alarming rash

I gotta do what I gotta do with or without the cash I got
I hate it, turn to some white swan I work with comes out and vomits from my brain
Tells me to come work for them
It's time, f*ck it you know what he's right

I tell him that he'd be hella f*cking tight
We go inside, it's so bright
I hiss at the lights, f*ckers ask if I'm alright
I tell them sometimes I bite
Their eyes widen at the sight of my sharpened teeths might
Now I'm standing at the cash register
This woman nervously asking if I can help her
I say what the f*ck do you think I like wearing this greasy sweater?

All she can say is er...
The manager overheard, he isn't impressed
Tells me to put the cash register to rest
Now I'm going to make sandwiches and they will be the best
My hands are covered in mold
There's no time to wash them I'm told
I asked for gloves they said no!

Even I'm sick and broke, gotta get that cash hoe
I start massaging the beef, slap it together this ain't the coral reef
I see the letters on the screen that confuse my head and my pean
I don't know what sauce to use
I get so frustrated I give the burgers a bruise

The workers tell me that's burger abuse
I don't give a f*ck about this news
I'm your best worker fight me if you want to lose
They're short staffed so they refuse

There's no way you can f*ck up washing dishes
I said watch me
You dumb bitches now my skin itches
I'm tempted to ditch this but I thought of the riches
I smash my face into plates now I need stitches
Those idiots are staring at me

I chase them on my knees
Running so fast I scream
Telling me I look like a demon meme
Called in the SWAT team
I run outside and jump in the river
My balls start to quiver
Hoping my check will get delivered
Looks like my employment has been hithered
Bye bye