Epic LLOYD - Episode 8: Daniel lyrics

(Look, someone asked me for help writing them a resignation letter. I'm not sure if it's the best idea given the current economy, but, you know, whatever.) Dear Daniel, hi, my name's mville I sling hot cakes and runny eggs at IHOP to pay bills But I'm disgusted, I wrote this for justice For suffering lost tips and being made to look s**ish First things first, I quit! You can take this job and shove it up your a** I don't give a sh** if you're pissed You yell at me again and some plates is gonna get smashed It's obvious you drink too much But don't take your frustrations out on us You s**, boss, and your whole pancake house sees Scream at me in front of customers, I'mma dis you internationally We got an idiot restaurant manager here who can't figure That cutting other people down doesn't make 'em no bigger You're just pissed that you're on bail and your little feelings got hurt Cause it was 5 grand to spring you and that's like a year's worth of work You dumb broke stupid a** This is not hip-hop, this is a**-whip hop I buck wild flip out like a gymnastics bus Moosh you up till you're soft like a smoothie Then drizzle you atop my Rooty Tooty Fresh N' Fruity You're getting waxed, Daniel-son, you catching my point? You couldn't handle your commute, let alone a breakfast joint Man, 4 DUI's? How many times does it take? Stay off the road, you drunk a**hole, take the train Awwww, f** this, s** a dick, you dumb b**h I'm done serving breakfast, I'm moving up to a lunch shift I'm out, sincerely mville, oh, you barely speak English? Maybe this is clearer? How's your middle-finglish? (So give that to your boss. You're definitely not gonna have a job afterwards, but let me just say...) Yo ville, I'm on your back, I hope my quit rap helps Now let me dis this little power trippin' dick myself I'm Epic Lloyd, Danny boy, call me the short stack I want my hand to meet your mouth, cause they both talk smack Your communication sk**s are horrible I couldn't figure out what 3 things you were talking about and I'm on MiSSiON iMPROVable (look it up) Your whole life is in the weeds In a 4 top world with brains only meant for parties of three And now you're the one who's left looking s**ish So crawl your a** back to your tiny rat nest of an office I 86 a crazy boss in Dis Raps 8 For talking sh** on the shift when IT'S JUST FREAKING PANCAKES!!