"Can't get right"  part 2

They call me the mutha phukkin' "CAN'T GET RIGHT".
They call me that cause i can't get anything phukkin' right.
As a child the only time my dad spoke to me is when he was yelling at me.

"Get out there and mow that grass"
"Get out there and rake that yard"
"Get out there and clean that pool"
"Get out there and trim them hedges"

Get out there this,get out there that.
Would often daydream about going upside his head with an aluminum baseball bat.
I'd be thinkin' why does my father hate me so?
All this hate & anger flowing within my mind,i need to let go.
Now that i'm older i know he was trying to teach me some responsibility.
Now that i'm older one thing hasn't changed,my dad still hates me.
Haven't seen nor heard shit from him in over 5 phukkin' years.
I'd be tellin' a mutha phukkin' lie if i said this doesn't drive me to tears.

"Can't get right"
"Can't get right"

That's the mutha phukkin' story of my damn can't get right life.
Now day in & day out i also get yelled at by my wife.

"Clean the fridge"
"Vacuum the cat hair off the couch"
"Wash the car"
"Clean out the car"
"Clean the bathroom"
"Why your at all that,clean the whole damn house"

When the yelling begins.
I sometimes pray to god to hurry and make this life just end.
I'd rather be in heaven with the rest of my fallen friends & kin.

"Can't get right"
"Can't get right"
"Can't get right"

That's right,i'm the sorry ass, low life, no good for nuthin' lazy, fat ass bastard "Can't get right".
I'm that mutha phukkin piece of shit that everybody phukkin' hates, the damned "Can't get right."

I'm screamin' "WHY ME GOD? at the top of my lungs at every full moon.
I'm wonderin' why has my life been that of a complete phuk up? how long or how soon?
How long must i endure all this stress in my life?
How soon will thy lord my god take me out of this life?

Dear God,i know your tired of hearing me vent about the same old frustrations.
I know your sick of seeing me continue the same sin,that which is lustful masturbations.
I know your weary of me saying i'm trough with my lustful desires.
Next day i'm back at it again.And drawing myself closer to that eternal fire.

"Can't get right"
"Can't get right"
"Can't get right"

So sick & tired of being sick & tired.
With all the negative bullshit i inflict upon myself,i am saprized from my job, i haven't been fired.

After so much soul searching i have concluded why i can't get a mutha phukkin thing right.
I have allowed myself to be stuck in this bottomless pit,darker than the night.
After witnessing and losing so many close friends & relatives in this life.
I have engulfed my heart & mind with all the hurt & pain,that i am hopeless to have a better life.
That being said,i will always be known as the one and only mutha phukkin'............

"Can't get right"
"Can't get right"
"Can't get right"