Turbo Tax Rap -- Aw Dip (The Audit Song)

Lyrics:

You sit down wit yo forms on April 15
Soon you sweatin' like you doin' some heavy lifting
Cause for the W2 you need a method, man
The EZ is straight-out accountin'—dang!
Just how's a bro supposed to get it all done
Without a cardiac event like my man Big Pun?
That's where I come—your bro in a box,
My turbo tactics prophylactics for the headache you got.
I'm all over the law.
I know it ceilin' to floo'.
Got more forms than Nas got poems, than Jay got grammy awards.
Oh, yeah, I'll even the score, and get Sam leavin' you more
Dough to throw yo girl before she gets to leavin' you, sport.
So if tax ill is whatchafill, ya know who to ax.
Cool as Vanilla Ice, but my name is Turbo Tax.

Aw, dip.
You gon' getchaself a au-dit
If your income you don't report it
Or if Uncle Sam you have shorted.
Report it!

Carryforward loss? Unused N.O.L.?
I know the code front to back—I even know its smell.
But Mister Turbo T, you deman',
Does I gotta pay tax on gain?
My crib burned down, but I got paid back
And bought one up in Maine.
Yes and no, I say: report but save yo Benjies.
These cases is called 1033 Exchanges.
Another thing, T, has got me in a tizzy:
Can I deduct lassyear's losses from Atlantic City?
The IRC makes the answer plain:
Basket gambling loss with gamblin' gain.

Audit.
Don't think that you can afford it!
Turbo T be sweet like shortbread.
No migraine pain in yo forehead
Once I'm ordered.

In the long term, I'm a capital gain.
Doin' taxes ain't relaxin'—it's a capital pain!
I'll save yo brain, so call me brain surgeon.
I'll save it fo later, so call me a virgin.
I'll save yo gold, so call me Fort Knox.
I'll save yo skin, so call me Tur-Botox.
But whatever you call me, remember Turbo T
Has the illest income tactics to save yo currency.

Category:

Entertainment

Tags:

• Turbo
• Tax
• Rap

[TenLemon]

lol nice xP

[SmokescreenNinjaz]

dang