His wife is tired   She wants to sleep   But all that Morgan Davis wants is cream of wheat   He wakes and when she turns out the light   He tiptoes through the darkness and slips into the night      This boring life that he leads of buying and   Selling stocks makes him feel   He's growing old and tired there's no joy, no strife,   Just the passing time in this boring life      He wants the lights, the jazz   A piece of ass   A toothless bitch to blow him for a vial of crack   He cooks his junk in some Gatorade   And scores a bag of chronic on the east MLK      The secret life that he leads of buying and   Selling drugs keeps him up at night   He's selling hash screwing trailer trash   And he's making cash   It's a whoring life      My friends are all salesman   My wife is a slut   There must be something bigger I can stick in my butt   The IRS is auditing   My life's in a rut!   And so he's fired his heat   He's blowed his blow   It's coming up on sunrise and it's time to go   He smells like barf his hair's a mess   He wipes the coke and lipstick off his fat hairy chest   He stumbles home from a lezzie show   He'll be at work in an hour or so   He crawls in bed with his sleeping wife   Just a night to break up this boring life