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You're so fkin' tough, so motherfkin' bad
13 years of grief is all your folks ever had
Just an ignorant c**t, talkin' such s**t
Tryin to act like a man, you little fkin' punk kid
CHORUS
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 motherfkin' soul
That's the joy of life, six months in the hole
Chorus
You r*ped your mother, yeah you beat her down
Jesus can't protect you when your brain is unfound
Once so fkin' tough, so motherfkin' bad
13 years of grief is all your folks ever had