DJ Sin - The Paycheck [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I don't want the job and before I'm on the clock
I've killed 10 people weaving between cars like the autobahn
I risk lives for the paycheck, I bend over and take it
From my manager but the police won't give me a rape kit
I wanna politely tell him to suck a dick
Open the secretary's mouth, bust in it so they know who they're fuckin wit
Like I'm permanently stuck in class, just a punchin bag
Well suffering succotash I'm a kick this motherfuckuhs ass
Bitch I could reply to everything you say with "no duh"
And I never miss a quota I'm from fucking Minnesota
Nag nag nag, your like a straight Ryan Seacrest
With diabetes that needs to get laid and eat less
I quit, so fuck you, you, and you but your cool (I'm cool!)
Oh and at the company party BRIAN shit in the whirlpool
"Hi Joey! Remember, your tie shouldn't be above your belt!"
"aww thanks Michael!, but I quit, now go fuck yourself ☺"

Chorus
Take this job (job), shove it up you're A (eyy)
I ain't dealin' with your bullshit today
No way (No Way) no how (No How)
Time is money and I'm all sold out
So, you can keep the paycheck, ima be ridin
I don't need paper I'm a motherfuckin' diamond
Want my time? I'm runnin on a budget
You can keep the paycheck, I'll show ya where ta shove it

Verse 2
Another boring Monday got interviews, 4 in one day
They're preaching 401K Like I need savings more than money
I'll take the salary that'll be what I'm pocketing
Hey Bob I'm here for the interview, sit your fat ass down and talk to me
"Where do you see yourself in 5 years?" - as the motherfucking CEO
With guap to sleep with greedy hoes cuz I need me those
And a gold dick like C3PO with 3 TV shows
Still feeding coke, up my bleeding nose
"What's Your Biggest weakness" bullets & gitting shitty at the pub
But my kryptonite is really big titties when I'm drunk
Tell 'em they're pretty, get a quickie, then I'm done
& once I took a shit while I was sitting in the tub
So be careful who your jokin with, cuz I'm broke as shit, so gimme the
Job or "does Wayne Brady have ta choke a bitch?"
A question you forgot to ask is why I'm working:
To multiply my earnings then blow this bitch like Tyler Durden

CHORUS

Verse 3
I thought the interview went well maybe they didn't like my resume (nah)
Listed my current job title as "getting paid" (good move)
Showed all of my work experience since 7th grade (Smart)
I Even listed my old sales job sellin lemonade (baller)
Got it by Roundhouse kickin this lil girl to demonstrate
The dog eat dog corporate world and my passion for MMA
Yea I was an infant too, now I gotta different view
I pick and choose when to stick and move, ya feel me?
I Get It! from now on I'll only hit the snooze Between 6 and noon
Consume cigs and booz, before my interviews. Roll up
Bumpin Gin & juice and brag to the sexy secretary
How I popped one out like babe ruth in a swimming pool
These fuckers don't recognize talent and I'm Victor Cruz
Or Justin Tuck, lookin around like what the fuck do you do?
60 hour weeks? I thought you guys actually worked
Shit, me at corporate is as useless as a khaki shirt