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40 HOURS .....yeah right

40 HOURS .....yeah right

We agree to 40 hours a week 
169 left that should be mine 
But the check signer abusing power 
Helping me make personal decisions 
Will allow me to have unlimited drinks 
Get shit faced every night 
But that weed 
That weed is to far 
No dope heads allowed 
Anytime could be served lab Corp papers 
Then those pink papers 
Kicked to the curb
For alittle gods medicine 
Boss aka sinner aka the damn devil 
Let's see what temperature your piss is 
Followed by a 5 point test 
Forget it 
How can you get piss from a piece of  shit

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