Walkin' down the road, tryin' to lose my load
Chick walks up to me and says "Man I feel so cold"
Do I have to shout, get your sad ass out!
Freaks like you just make me sich,
you leave me with no doubt

Dada's always drunk, he's a piece of junk
Beatin' up on his girl, actin' like a punk
Dada's always broke, can't afford the coke
The alcohol will choke, he's a freakin' joke!

Get a handle on it...

Jimmy's gone to school, he had to keep his cool
Couldn't make the grade, they sayd he was a fool
Jimmy pulls his piece, "Everybody freeze!"
Miss Spencer tried to cool him down 1-2-trigger squeeze

Jimmy's in the jam, why thank you Uncle Sam
You f**cked up my life, I take the blame,
oh my oh what a shame
"Wasted, that's what I am" Jimmy started to think
If this is what i takes to be a man, it fuckin' stinks

Get a handle on it...

Jenny's gone to work, her boss is such a jerk
Pattin' Jenny on the butt, he treats her like a perk
Jenny screams aloud, I may be well endowed
Buy you don't know y'right from wrong,
you know that ain't allowed

Jenny's lost her job, just to execute a slob
Stadin' up for her rights, it's "goodnight" Mr. Bob
The court was "fair and square", Jenny combs her hair
Everybody, step aside - electric chair

Get a handle on it...


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