This is too good not to draw extra attention to.

I’m a product of reganomics, neurotic
They sayin homage is gone up, inhaling chronic
The oddest I’m stayin honest - I’m bout to make it famous
So you can take that J-O-B and you can shove it up your anus
I ain’t never understood how the world works
But I always understood why the girls twerp
for a baller not a nine-to-five
Barely makin it with disgust behind ya eyes
So I just, grip my piece, rip off fleece
Out to take ya lip off chief, with my peeps
We ruthless - if you got money induce it
Goofs get toothless, with loose off two-fifths, we useless
I wanna kick it but ain’t got the dough
Sneak in the concert, trip and make ‘em stop the show
We gots to go! Push me and I sock the po’
Gettin the bail from my parents is impossible

(I’m a slacker) - never did I have a lotta dough
(I’m a slacker) - smoking pot and watching videos
(I’m a slacker) - go whichever way the wind blows
Those just tuning in, I’m just lettin you know
(I’m a slacker) - everytime I take a look around
(I’m a slacker) - stuck upon my face is a frown
I don’t do enough, I just fool around
Y’all can go to hell, how does that sound?

– Lyrics excerpted from “I’m a Slacker”, Tech N9ne