[Verse 1: Chad McCarthy]
Punch in, punch out
Yeah, six days a weak
Pull sixteens a day but that ain’t with a beat
But I still walk the beat
And I still sweep the streets
But still shit ain’t sweet
I still grit my teeth
Bear and try it
Dare to care and flare up riots
Bear the violence
The backlash from this tyrant
Might suffice, fuck it I might just slice
Twice as nice when my mic device makes a sacrifice
But I keep my murdering on paper
Babies need Daddy to keep working to steady keep the cake up
Keep the baker making dough
I hate this whole rigmarole
This whole rolling life is getting old
But I can’t stand to fold
Hands cracked from cold exposure to the pain
Pridе keeps me bold
Do what you’re told
But your patiencе wasting thin
This is what can happen when the Devil makes you grin
Punch in, punch out
Yeah, six days a weak
Pull sixteens a day but that ain’t with a beat
But I still walk the beat
And I still sweep the streets
But still shit ain’t sweet
I still grit my teeth
Bear and try it
Dare to care and flare up riots
Bear the violence
The backlash from this tyrant
Might suffice, fuck it I might just slice
Twice as nice when my mic device makes a sacrifice
But I keep my murdering on paper
Babies need Daddy to keep working to steady keep the cake up
Keep the baker making dough
I hate this whole rigmarole
This whole rolling life is getting old
But I can’t stand to fold
Hands cracked from cold exposure to the pain
Pridе keeps me bold
Do what you’re told
But your patiencе wasting thin
This is what can happen when the Devil makes you grin
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