subway rap

Yoyo, cum’on rap w’me

*disk screech*

A few months ago I felt broke,
So I flipped the papers for a look.
Got to an interview where they asked if I can cook,
I said ‘I dunno what do with a fish after it detaches from the hook’.

Surprisingly I got the job,
No more time to be a blob.
I had to serve, bake, clean and chop,
Schedules filled up to the top.

So I worked hard at Subway©,
Till this very day.
But I just thought “hey…
Working here is pretty gay” [translation: tough job]

I had to go to work in the cold morning with a jacket,
But it’s so hot there my contact lens melts in my eye socket,
Even my muesli bar dissolves in its packet.
And I pray each day that I will make it.

I had to memorize what’s in a melt, fillet, and club,
I need to soak my feet in a hot tub,
Sometimes they need a little rub.
That’s the consequence of working at the way of the sub.

*music fades*