The Repo Man Sings For You

The Coup

featuring 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*