me and Aquil stealing stuff from work

Lyrics

[Intro: Open Mike Eagle] Show the Mephistos, show the Mephistos Show the Mephistos, show the Mephistos Show the Mephistos, show the Mephistos [Verse 1: Open Mike Eagle] First job was a shoe store Water Tower Place on the top floor First check paid above board I managed the stock room Taking extra breaks in the washroom Polos and khakis like a State Farm costume My boss was a lot like Mike Scott His coffee was piping hot and his breath stank Ex-military, but low rank He trusted me too much I took it as an insult I took me some Timbos [Chorus 1: Open Mike Eagle, Open Mike Eagle & Mr. Aquil] They put me on the sales floor Show the Mephistos, show the Mephistos, show the Mephistos They put me on the sales floor Show the Mephistos, show the Mephistos, show the Mephistos [Verse 2: Open Mike Eagle] Commission on the check was the lick tho' Show the Mephistos, they conform to your feet tho' They better than Eckos, they killing the Danskos They three hundred bucks tho', I feel like an asshole I brought out the white pair Them try-on socks is like some tiny little pantyhose But they killing the Havana Joes Pinocchio with a banana nose [Chorus 2: Open Mike Eagle, Open Mike Eagle & Mr. Aquil, Mr. Aquil] But I'ma show the Mephistos, they put me on the sales floor Show the Mephistos, they put me on the sales floor Show the Mephistos, they put me on the sales floor Show the Mephistos, they put me on the sales floor (They put you on the sales floor?) [Verse 3: Mr. Aquil] Fuckin' Mephistos I swore the homie Drone found the cheat code Wealthy ladies lie 'bout they feet growth They blame it on me, bro Not cool So now this spook haunting the stockroom Stacks of packing slips where I plot moves Assistant manager, call her Gwendolyn Chat her up while Drone was restocking the Timbalands Like, "Get me some cigarettes" Slid her a fin and get us a two pack Let her keep the twenty cents change Game, third floor, great legs, tho' Not really a looker Flirt for Auntie Annie pretzels, hot cinnamon sugar Hit Mickey D's for that wack check burger To spend my last, like my white boss would brag, he did on Black sex workers Pandering to that goofy had me feeling the blues So "volunteer for trash duty" meant "I'm stealing your shoes" Fuckin' Mephistos Three years after Black Shampoo turned to Wilco My eyes on them low cut Timbos Army green and black with the steel toe Like how the hell I work and be still broke? Mephisto? Ain't that short for Mephistopheles? Comic irony, the hellscape where we felt so trapped was stocking these And Dansko clogs from the first thirteen colonies, ugh