The Repo Man Sings For You Lyrics - The Coup

It's the repo man, repossession 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 refrigerator 

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 

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One, paycheck from sleepin' on the street 

Too many bills my scrill don't meet 

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, repossession 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 infomercials 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 

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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 line dancin' 

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 

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