Workaholic

[Verse 1: Bill the Fridge] This goes out to all the people working day jobs Who would quit if it did'int mean the pay stops I just want to play till my brain rots Don't know any other way, so I take shots Yeah I take shots I can drink a Hennessy half gallon Some call it a problem, I call it a talent You gotta balance Living that kinda life Being that kinda guy Working the 9-5 A life of leisure a believer call in sick today Hey! Who's dick do I gotta suck to get a Chick-Fil-A That's gay No really though It's time to stop When it comes to girls I'm a bull in a vagina shop A fine line to walk do you think its funny Bare with me bitch, better have my honey Crackin' Brooskies with the Broskies we ain't lonely 4 a.m. we up drunk cooking macaroni Fine balongie drinking out a bag of wine Shit its Wednesday got to get work on time Going drunk be like yo fuck the boss I'm something like Rick Ross with extra sauce [Hook] Call it what you want to call it I'm a fucking workaholic Okay come up about yo pocket Put that money in my wallet Call it what you want to call it I'm a fucking workaholic [Verse 2: Bill the Fridge] Its Friday I'm more excited than Rebecca Black That's my Fun day because Mondays are hecka' wack Hear the record scratch Pizza party calabunga' Overtime is a waste of time we ain't getting any younger We ain't getting any drunker We hit a plateau Chasing chubby chicks I'ma dry hump a fat roll Man that's so ah fuck it smash bitches We ain't got to work today Its half Christmas Puts some hash in it Wanna smoke ah bowl We got recon cans for loco bro Kickit with tha Juggalos I'm Half Zlizzard Call up Wall-E wigger were the rap wizzards no scissors Punk Rock don't cut curls Roll a big fat, kick back and grub churros We love girls Settle for a few slut hoes its a work night dude lose the butt holes [Hook] Call it what you want to call it I'm a fucking workaholic Okay come up about yo pocket Put that money in my wallet Call it what you want to call it I'm a fucking workaholic [Verse 3: Bill the Fridge] Somedays you just got to get loose Sit on top of tha roof Crack a couple of broose and let things go Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, yo, yo, yo, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohh Somedays you just got to get loose Sit on top of tha roof Crack a couple of broose and let things go [Outro: Bill the Fridge] This goes out to all the people working day jobs Who would quit if it did'int mean the pay stops I just want to play till my brain rots Don't know any other way, so I take shots So I take shots yeah I take shots Wanna take shots Call it what you want to call it I'm a fucking workaholic