Suit and Tie, Rot and Die

Go to work jerk, 9-5 Bob    
8 hours couldn't hurt    
Two weeks later he's already a fucking slob    
Cubicle cell, home sweet Hell    
Defenseless, he came home, she overcooked the roast, he beat her senseless    
20% minus senses, take a census    
Decrease the population    
Masturbation, procrastination, false identification    
Let's make fun of those with mental retardation    
Monkeys pushing buttons, gluttons    
Button ups, how's it going? nothing much    
Charts are flowing    
Trees are dying, fuck growing up    
Now Bob pays for sluts    
Divorced    
She took the kids and 50% of everything    
I guess that's why Hurricanes are named after women    
Now he's a 12 oz mouse    
Living in a rats nest    
Ain't that some shit    
Life's a bitch    
Good Morning, Good Afternoon, Good Evening    
How are you doing?    
None of your business, eat a bleeding dick you fucking prick    
Sick overshadows immune    
Fuck a bigger boat you're gonna need a harpoon    
Saturday morning cartoons    
Booze in the morning and the afternoon    
Who the fuck are you calling a coon?    
I'll lynch you with a chain of paperclips    
Staple your mouth shut and stamp your expiration date on your face    
Have your body lying at the bottom of the lake or a sea of tax brackets    
It's people like you I hate always having the need to intellectually masturbate    
If I saw you in person I would kill you at a slow pace    
But I guess it's just best to get high    
Because it seems the whole world just wants a suit and tie that suits them for when they rot and die