You're so fuckin' tough, so motherfuckin' bad
13 years of grief is all your folks ever had
Just an ignorant cunt, talkin' such shit
Tryin' to act like a man, you little fuckin' 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 motherfuckin' 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's unfound
Once so fuckin' tough, so motherfuckin' bad
13 years of grief is all your folks ever had

Yeah
Son, look at you now
Yeah
Son, look at you now

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Writer(s): ZACHARY P WYLDE