yo... 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12/ now im by my fuckin self/ two great women/ strong from the beginning/ and a self rightous dad/ seems like i never had/ he was there, we fight/ social adiquit in spite/ of his absence/ his a washed up has~been/ but no hes got me cryin all alone/ while he's lieing on the phone/ and hes sittin on his thron/ in his brand new home/ with his brand new bitch/ actin like his rich/ he dosent know i have a nervous twitch/ with anger in his grill dawg i know he be backin up/ thinkin he can strap me/ only two things that make me happy/ that one thing is grass/ it makes me feel like an ass/ that other things my girl dawg her name would be cath/ but cath hates the word date/ and what have is so great/ but if life was like boxing id feel like featherweight/ standing at heavens gate/ like i just got my shit kicked/ authroity figures that bitch and then nit pick/ acting like dicks or like they no who i am/ or where i can from abracadbra allacasam/ is what i wish i could say/ to make this shit go away/ and have two great women herb and cath here to stay