Chillin in the crib, no rent, no hunger
Living in the basement, down under
Got food stamps, government plunder
Mac and cheese for dinner I wonder
Chocolate has to be made fresh
Sugar can be bought I guess
Wait cake is off the list what a mess
Gotta pack my bags, picked ones with mesh
The last One Hundred Thirty is in my account
Gotta pull out my card and quietly bounce
Cannot let the food stamp zombies see me count
Tuck my receipt into my pocket to mount
Lefties shut down the government and braced
Got senators getting stock pay and their drugs laced
While the rest of us go out ready with our mace
Can't take the bus, her agains trek that place
Chillin in the crib, no rent, no hunger
Living in the basement, down under
Got food stamps, government plunder
Mac and cheese for dinner I wonder
Grandpa gave me a little bit of cash
Kids got nearly half, that is their stash
The rest I will give to them, cut it in half
That is what I got for myself, now clutching my staff
Now I head on to the mall, look for zombies
See some in a car, looting the blondies
I hurry up to the gap, got to get pants, fond of these
Clutch my wallet, and my wand cheese
Don't know if I will make it home, gas is low
The gas beggars are picking up speed from slow
Gotta watch out for the pick pockets bro
Never let your guard down in a world without food stamps though
Chillin in the crib, no rent, no hunger
Living in the basement, down under
Got food stamps, government plunder
Mac and cheese for dinner I wonder
It seems without the government only one people get affected
People like me, and those that a***e the system
Trust me, if you look like me, we still reflected
But unfortunately people think it is only those on the list then
Gotta be poor, and have less than your ability to survive
Got family on lock, for me it is time to hell dive
Janell heard that, oh shit, she got her food stamps cancelled at five
Spent the last of it when we had our last drive
But we only use what we need, these others though
Unlike those that work, most are just brothers bro
They money doesn't grow on trees, unlike rubber dough
That gets recycled and money burns in my blubber hoe
Oh shit the food stamp zombies see me now
Gotta run, but my meniscus is hurting ouch
Tuck myself into the bank, unload my cash somehow
Escape right before they get to my kosher pouch
Chillin in the crib, no rent, no hunger
Living in the basement, down under
Got food stamps, government plunder
Mac and cheese for dinner I wonder
