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