Skin that smoke wagon

Another day, clock ticks away ,
He sits and toils
So much to do, so many bills, the pressure is mounting , the dunse can't stop frowning and yet here he sits , and toils, and keeps waiting for a better day.
A day when it will all go right
Suddenly, a light shined from within 
A light bulb went off
And he said, u frickin putz, this one's on you
Now get it done son, or face the fucking music
Plebs plebs , The vile plebs! The king is back
Kiss the ring , and leave those fucking skins  ! Or so help me . The the skins,  the skins, I must have the skins.
Now Stoolie , pie, don't make yo mamma cry
Just get it done or gonna be a crust , on a ham,
U Muppet stew
Salalah da da , AH SUH DUDES, DUDES A SUH!!@
ASAW DU!!

Rap, British r&b