i work at the dollar tree, 
it's so fun that at times i think i'm gonna pee,
in my pants.
and that's not too good a feeling.
It's as bad as having your house infested with ants.

Long hours i slave away on the sales floor,
which's ok since receiving is a fire hazard and i can't get to the door.
and i get scared of the rats.
but i only keep those feelings inside me or else i'll, 
get made fun of and i run home crying to find the comfort of my cats.

but it's a fun job. there's the "hello may i help you?"
but the outfit turns my stomach and i wear it i really wanna spew.
but i clench my teeth and suck it in for another hour.
and by the time i leave i have this over bearing sensation,
you know, i'm good at what i do, and when i help i feel full of power.

but i guess i'm not too important there though,
shit i'm selling crap for a dollar only, cheaper than a cheap blow,
from the hooker that hangs outside and scares off the crowd.
cause she has buck teeth, a mullet and a wandering eyes,
gives me nightmares she does, and makes me scream out loud.

but at the end of the week, i get paid,
and i take my money looking for a real whore to get laid, 
but that scary bitch just follows me around, like a shadow,
but i go home and lock the door and am safe and free of work,
the week is over and everything is alright, you know...

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<tummultuous applause>

Wow.  Yes.  Applause indeed.  

This could get taken the wrong way, but what the hell.  For some reason, I
can easily imagine this on an Eminem album.  

Raw.

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