Im punchin a clock, carryin my lunch in a box
So dont ever assume that my life is something its not
Shit, I got a 9 to 5, dispite the fact that Im as live
As any jerk-off cat thats signed to Jive
My boss is trying to drop me out my tree house
For at least three hours a day, hes chewin me out
For two to three thou. a month, they dont pay me enough
To spend my work day, taking this stuff this jerk say
I aint workin over time
Im tryin to hear my name on MTV news up, in Kurt Loaders lines
So I work over rhymes, and Im behind in my paper work
Im late for work, cause I spend my nights chasin skirts
My measly checque dont make it worth the stress
That hurts my chest, not to mention Im emmersed in debt
To the top of a turtle neck, pissin an moanin
But why should anyone listen to me, when I dont listen to no one
Consider this as an omen, I could go beserk
At any moment, like a mail man fed up with postal work
I went from happy to nasty like a Bi-Polar jerk
To shoot em down the lounge with the fine foldgers perks
Punch in, Punch out, Lunch in, Lunch out
Ive been lookin for a building with nice window to jump out
Feelin self destructive? Sick of the daily grime?
Lately I feel disruptive, and I think its mailman time
beat changes
Day in, day out, It seems like theres no way out
I pulled the twelve gauge out and shot off twenty-eight rounds
And watch the pellets spread out, killin my associates
My boss is gonna get it now, and find out what Postal is
Good morning Mr. Schwartz Good morning Louis
Youve been late three times this month already, I believe this is the fourth
I dont want you misinformed, its probably more-ac