You're so fucking tough, so motherfucking bad
Thirteen years of grief is all your folks ever had
Just an ignorant cunt, talking such shit
Trying to act like a man you little fucking punk kid
Yeah
Son, look at you now
Yeah
Son, look at you now
Day of court, day of fear, in walks the judge
Half a year nothing less, no he wouldn't budge
Hand over your belongings and your motherfucking soul
That's the joy of life, six months in the hole
Yeah
Son, look at you now
Yeah
Son, look at you now
You raped your mother, yeah, you beat her down
Jesus can't protect you when your brain is unfound
Once so tough, so motherfucking bad
Thirteen years of grief is all your folks ever had
Yeah
Son, look at you now
Yeah
Son, look at you now