The Sweat Shop Lyrics

Welcome to the sweat shop

Vamanos, chop chop

Welcome to the place where your girl might get dog piled

They can't throw me in the dog pound

Someone throw a bone out

I keep the tools in the store room

Ya'll gon' make me dig some holes out

When I meet you don't put no show on

Please don't make me show out

You already triggered a countdown

Please don't make me meltdown

I'm very concerned for your health now

Don't let these things get out of hand now

I treat myself as a brand now

I cannot give out no handouts

And I'll still beat a nigga ass and I'll take the throne

I could show up in your home

Watch your ol' lady tell me, "welcome home"

Cut the TV on like it's nothing wrong

I be cutting up like the Sinaloa

I could take your organs, your an organ donor

You better off playing in traffic, you think that you taking over

If you don't leave 'em a body, they cannot smell the odor, yeah

What they gonna do when they can't find a trace of his body on Earth, yeah

On Sunday they wonder why he ain't in church

He wasn't given a chance to live and learn

He couldn't swim with the fish, he couldn't catch a current

Take a good look at me if you wanna see God working

Only a nigga like me can bring sight to a blind person

I'm talking metaphorically not physically

Don't be a crazy person

You work for the enemy don't you worry about how God working

Oh don't mind me I just know how this game works

The things that I've seen could disrupt the whole multiverse