The Repo Man Sings For You

featuring Del

[Del]

It's the Repo Man! Reposession is my occupation

It's not my fault you facin foreclosure, I told ya

I'm just an agent, workin for the man

and his manuscript say you owe him for this land

Don't cry to me, and don't lie to me

Actin like you ain't home, fakin on the phone

You shoulda thought about that when you bought the Benzy

You missed a few increments

now we gotta come and get yo' shit

If you slip on the payments

I get paid to make sure that you pay rent

or get out, throw all your clothes in the streets

Frozen meats, out your refridgerator

then my boys come back and get it later with the forklift

Heh, we don't care how hard you worked, we takin yo' shit

It's too late, your payment's way past your due date

You couldn't hide from me, even with a new face

or plastic surgery, your debt's outstandin

I don't care about your family, don't hand me

no excuses, you know it's useless, no one's stoppin me

Just get off the property before I bring the cops with me

Possibly, this could turn into a criminal act

Gimme your fax machine, PlayStation in the basement

adjacent, to the big screen television

You can't tell the system no, we gotta get the dough

The company want they G's, or the keys

to the convertible, and hey, nothin personal, okay?

I'm just doin my job (you know?)

Collectin on your debts, now you're losin a wad

Bruisin your wallet, whatever in your pocketbook

all get took, to my agency, then they payin me

It ain't phasin me, that's my thing

When I mob off witcha shit, listen to me sing

La la la la la la la, la la la la la *repeat 8X*

[Boots]

*thck* One, paycheck from sleepin on the street

*tchka* Two/too, many bills my scrill don't meet

*tchka* Three day notice from the landlord on the seat

Fo-fo', caliber shots ain't discrete

But motherfuckers still jack frequent, no secret

cause they shit be delinquent

And on closer inspection, reposession collection

motivates birth protection in the brokest section

In other words, the ghetto

Repo Man, pullin strings like Giupetto

Squeeze two at him, let go

Cause I just gotta be real

I'm tired of informercials with them five-year payment deals

See I was sleepin on the carpet in my apartment

when I heard my car ignition cause somebody sparked it

So I run all the way down the hallway full throttle

Don't give in is my motto, so I bust him with a bottle

He screamin, "Whatchu gon' pay me with?"

Then he started laughin singin crazy shit

[Del] La la la la la la la, la la la la la

I said, "SHUT THE FUCK UP," and then I banked him in the jaw

But that was no use, even though he skidaddled

bill collectors make my phone rattle, tell my kids don't tattle

When you pick up the receiver, I'm sick with a fever

You don't know where I am either

Even hillbillies at a party linedancin

get they Ford trucks with poor financing

Banks that give the loan figure - damn, in the worst case

we makin money cause we had it in the first place!

And where was it that they got that cash from?

You when you deposit it from bustin yo' ass

Well two weeks after that last altercation

I noticed my front lock had a slight alteration

My TV was gone and out the window from my room

I heard the Repo Man sing his devious tune, it went

[Del] La la la la la la la, la la la la la *repeat 8X*