The Work

 I just want my money.

That's all. There's nothing uniquely defining about the quality. 

If I do what you say when you say. And get the job done. 

Where's my motha fuckin money?

This wasn't a week, two week, nor monthly type of shit. You and I both knew that goin in. 

Can't put the type of work I'm in on a time card.

No.

You know that.

And I sho nuff do too!

So!

Where's my money motha fucka.

Not a question.

A fuckin statement that needs ta be exacted.

Or...

I have to put in more work.

And the work I have to do subsequently...

You most certainly ain't gonna like the result in

What is known as,

Yo ass paid in full

At a fatalistic cost...