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Yo, yo, yo
West side
Check, check


If you're suicidal and u love risk
Come here, join us at Jysk
Customers are dumb and rude
Not even once they were in good mood
They could insult you so bad
And over nothing become mad
Im not Pitbull but Jysk is worldwide
Your carrer is like a car you cannot ride
Bacause nomatter how hard u work or try
Superior would always ask you "why??"
He wont be happy with the work you do
He will be standing here like a cow and go "moo"
Its not 17th century but you're a slave
You're not black but u got no right
Even if the power is out you would had to work with a flashlight
No matter how hard u work
You will always be a dork
Because you are little slave
As your superior is standing there and wave
You think he is greeting you, that he is nice
Yet he has more work for you, he threw the dice
Hes a gambler, you're a prize
Hes dumb, not a slightly wise
Yet he has position
Only one mission
To work more for less money
And to be happy as bear is when it gets a honey
Dont come to work without a gun
Because dumb customer could run
Even worse, he didnt buy a thing
He is about to step inside of the ring
He is Diddy, you're Tyson Mike
You gonna break him and drop as a mic
Just as a rapper after the battle
You deserve the shiniest medal
Your boss is the happiest man alive
But not for long, he gonna dive
In his pants put a brick or two
As u pushing him off a cliff say boo

So dont you ever forget, dont come to jysk
Its a huge amount of the risk
You're not dumb, you're not slave
Dont come to jysk, just step away