Broken window on the concrete, on the floorboards,
on the car seat
There's no speakers, there's no face plate

blood is boiling, I'm getting irate
Had a feeling there was something missing
Had a feeling there was something wrong

Had a feeling now I'm almost wishing your $$# was here
cuz my cds are gone
Hey crackhead bring my stereo back

Get yourself to rehab get yourself a real job
Crackhead get yourself off the crack
Get a $#&@ing life and leave my car alone

Broken screendoor on the front porch
Cops are called in, writing reports
There's no xbox there's no purses

Girlfriends crying, I'm saying curses
You'll get what you deserve