Slumlord
• Written by user86376608
I get outta bed right around eight thirty
I smell a little ripe and I'm feeling kinda dirty
So I take a nice shower before I smell manure
I think the foul stench came out of the sewer
I call the landlord to complain about the pipes
He comes upstairs feeling all uptight
We go on and on arguing until about ten
He said in a foul tone I'll come back again
He's a slumlord
He's a slumlord
S-L-U-M-L-O-R-D
Slum Lord
He's a slumlord
S-L-U-M-L-O-R-D
That night my room is alive with rats
The daily squeaking attracts a whole bunch of stray cats
I feel dirty to know that I live in such a place
I can't believe there exists such a filthy grungy space
I give the landlord a call to complain about my findings
He says over and over, "stop your bullshit whining"
So upset, that I slam the door in his face
The fat fuck broke down the door so I got on his case
He's a slumlord
He's a slumlord
S-L-U-M-L-O-R-D
Slum Lord
He's a slumlord
S-L-U-M-L-O-R-D
The next day I arrive in his office, a total waste
He still got fresh so I slapped the taste out of his mouth
Still pissed, slapped a brick on his face
I fucked up so i left the office with haste
He's a slumlord
He's a slumlord
S-L-U-M-L-O-R-D
Slum Lord
He's a slumlord
S-L-U-M lord
He's a slumlord
He's a slumlord
S-L-U-M-L-O-R-D
Slum Lord
He's a slumlord
S-L-U-M-L-O-R-D
Slum Lord
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