[Verse 1: VANESSA (Miz-Korona)]
Man, I'm gettin' so sick and tired of fuckin' with this steel
They only give us thirty minutes to eat lunch and chill
My body achin' just to get a buck
I’m sick of eatin' this shit off this fuckin' lunch truck
Nasty-ass food, I'm in a nasty-ass mood
I should've called in sick, shit, I had somethin' to do
[Verse 2: MIKE (Xzibit)]
I can't believe that I'm hearing all this ravin' and rantin'
From Vanessa up in here at the New Detroit Stampin'
You need to get your food and take your ass back to work
You're dreamin' if you think them corny-ass raps'll work
Look at y'all standin' out here, freezin' like dumb fucks
Rappin' away for food off this raggedy lunch truck
Who want what? Who pumped up to get rolled up?
I spit venom in every direction, soak some up
Look at this fat-ass nigga, sloppy sucker
You a ugly ma'fucker, your pop shoulda wore a rubber
Stop rhymin', keep your day job, Vanessa
Next time, leave that bullshit home on the dresser
Speaking of dresses, take a look at Paul the fruitcake
When you travel, you pro'bly pack panties in your suitcase
Made out of lace from Victoria’s Secret
If ten men came in a cup, you’d pro'bly drink it
Man, I'm gettin' so sick and tired of fuckin' with this steel
They only give us thirty minutes to eat lunch and chill
My body achin' just to get a buck
I’m sick of eatin' this shit off this fuckin' lunch truck
Nasty-ass food, I'm in a nasty-ass mood
I should've called in sick, shit, I had somethin' to do
[Verse 2: MIKE (Xzibit)]
I can't believe that I'm hearing all this ravin' and rantin'
From Vanessa up in here at the New Detroit Stampin'
You need to get your food and take your ass back to work
You're dreamin' if you think them corny-ass raps'll work
Look at y'all standin' out here, freezin' like dumb fucks
Rappin' away for food off this raggedy lunch truck
Who want what? Who pumped up to get rolled up?
I spit venom in every direction, soak some up
Look at this fat-ass nigga, sloppy sucker
You a ugly ma'fucker, your pop shoulda wore a rubber
Stop rhymin', keep your day job, Vanessa
Next time, leave that bullshit home on the dresser
Speaking of dresses, take a look at Paul the fruitcake
When you travel, you pro'bly pack panties in your suitcase
Made out of lace from Victoria’s Secret
If ten men came in a cup, you’d pro'bly drink it
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