FU es P.S. Lyrics

Look

Right Now

I just do not have the time

To put up with your bull shit

You need to stop and think about it

You need me

And I do not need you

So shut the fuck up

I'm tired of work

Sick and tired of life

Not my girlfriend

It ain't your wife

It's this fucking job

This waste of time

Every time I clock in

I lose my mind

This fucking management

Thinks they own me

I work my ass off

And they act like I didn't do anything

Fuck work

I hate my boss

I'll slit your throat

Our win your loss

This not a joke

I don't fuck around

You done poked a bear

I done choked a clown

Fuck work

Fuck work

Fuck work

Fuck work

Fuck work

Fuck work

Fuck work

Fuck work

My condolences

I'm leaving you now

It ain't like you think

I don't need you clowns

This place a joke

I'm about to burn it down

Next time you see me

You'll be burning to the ground

I don't give a fuck

That's where you went wrong

I know you was lying

Just trying to pass the blame along

No one believes in liars

But damn they sure make a good fire

Fuck work

I hate my boss

I'll slit your throat

Our win your loss

This not a joke

I don't fuck around

You done poked a bear

I done choked a clown

Fuck work

Fuck work

Fuck work

Fuck work

Fuck work

Fuck work

Fuck work

Fuck work

Liar liar

Pants on fire

No one's going to save you

Why didn't you retire

You just a sack of shit

Sitting at a desk

Staring at a computer

Stop drop and roll

You fucking loser

Get your ass back to work

Now burn baby burn

You a sorry excuse

Whose never going to learn

And no one's gonna fucking miss you

Fuck work

I hate my boss

I'll slit your throat

Our win your loss

This not a joke

I don't fuck around

You done poked a bear

I done choked a clown

Fuck work

Fuck work

Fuck work

Fuck work

Fuck work

Fuck work

Fuck work

Fuck work

So much peace and quiet

Without you in my life

Except for this choir

They won't stop singing about that night

I never even got in trouble

In fact I was admired

They even gave me a medal

I desserve a pedestal

I'm not the problem

You were

You pile of rubble

Now blow away be gone for good

Come back never

Your cycle has ended

Just one last question

Do you want to start the game again

Fuck work

Fuck work

Do you want to start the game again

Fuck work

Fuck work

Do you want to start the game again

Fuck work

Fuck work

Do you want to start the game again

Man

Fuck work