[Slug:]nThe employees of the year, now we back to worknWe took time off, a couple feelings got hurtnDue to the fact that we never stand stillnThe ones that can't catch, the ones that can't killnI dedicate this to the cats that don't feel feltnMeditate keep their head straight trying eat wellnCelebrate life and crash with no seatbeltnSlit both wrists so act like you need helpnn[Murs:]nWhat you say girl? I can't hear you, speak upnStuck between your lips and them two B cupsnFifty bucks in the dice gamenRollin' with seven and the legend and we twice camenAnd you know what they hittin' forn56 cities, one van, and we getting doughnCall your girls make plans you can hit the shownTell your man in advance he can hit the doornn[Slug:]nHoney wanna move like she knows movesnAnd in a roller coat suit with a coke spoonnI'm not as young as I look girl, I'm old-schoolnSomewhere between Pro Tools and a gold toothnI show you to act like you supposed tonSo cool, coast-to-coast, who's that crunk foo'?nStanding on the block leaning on the phone boothnTrying to squeeze a rock to make this orange juicenLittle Man seas?,nFrom the 215s to the 213snIt goes a little something from some real emceesnNot fellas (not gangstas) on a killing spreenShoot, my rap sheet is filled with similesnAnd if you bite then death be the penaltynBut don't worry about my style because it's been O.G.nYou make your girlfriend wanna rub her skin on menn[Chorus: Murs & Slug]nC'mon, put my picture on the wall for all to seenWhen you want it done right then call menGuaranteed to come tight and flawlesslynThe employees of the year, ain't nobody as raw as wennPut my picture on the wall for all to seenWhen you want it done right then call menGuaranteed to come tight and flawlesslynThe employees of the year, ain't nobody as raw as wenn[Slug:]nYo, ticky ticky tick tick tick tick ticky ticknThug white girls suburban black hippie chicknPunk rock straight hedge hip-hop pot headnInvite 'em all over for a moshpit in my bed (C'mon)nRight blow to the left speakernThe people cold get dumb in front of the sub teachernNow hold it run don't let it touch the groundnAnd you know it's done when the cops cut the soundnn[Murs:]nWhat else could they say to these underground dons?nKnown for eating guppies that clutter all pondsnFree-flowin' on them beats that you sutterin' onn(My man Ant made the jams that we butterin' on)nBreakfast coast (Midwestern coast)nMinogue and Austin (Texas toast)nWhatever dude (I'm a do it this Fall)nBeatin' down your block knockin' pictures off the wallnn[Chorus: Murs & Slug]nC'mon, put my picture on the wall for all to seenWhen you want it done right then call menGuaranteed to come tight and flawlesslynThe employees of the year, ain't nobody as raw as wennPut my picture on the wall for all to seenWhen you want it done right then call menGuaranteed to come tight and flawlesslynThe employees of the year, ain't nobody as raw as we