Uh huh, in a cell
Uh huh, uh huh, I'm here by myself
I'm serving six
Uh huh, uh huh sittin' on a bench

One day, exercised out doors
Neighbor's music taste was poor
I was stuck there list'ning to his beats
Angered me
I went over to his car
Told him volume's up too far
He said that he wouldn't turn it down, Sick of the sound

I cussed him out, that made him pout
I pulled out a match and his keys I snatched
I got in his car and lit it ablaze you see
Oh jeese

It's about that time that his Porsche was incinerated
He made me really angry guess that part is kinda understated
Hated that dude
Cops he called, then we brawled, All my hate
got me eight on probate and that was my fate but no really
Worth it to me to never have to hear his music
no no no

One day sitting at my house
I broke my computer mouse
Went up to the local store to see
The warranty
They said "Soon we will be closed"
Grabbed one, he seemed unopposed
Next thing-the cops said that I had stole
So back I go

Back to the cell It's boring as hell
My cell mate does crack, and pillows it lacks
Not tryna' be cruel I felt like a tool you see
Tell me

Why'd I have to go and get myself Incarcerated
I just want a mouse to see the online version of Sports Illustrated
Feeling so screwed
I paid bail, left the jail My court date
I'll await won't miss it or my butt is lit oh
hope for me
The owner sees I'd didn't steal that weekend
no no no. . .

Oops I messed up just once more
Grand Theft Auto a four door
I swear that I only turned my key
starts for me

Looked like my car, it didn't get far
'Cause that car was bait, that sealed my fate
They called me a tool, They halted my fuel I say
Oy Vei!

Being in jail really makes me irritated.
I really am not tryna pull one on you-these stories aren't fabricated
Serving time now
Now I fear several years with back aches
food that's fake what I get cause I'm an idiot
My crime spree
You must agree I'm never meant to be all naughty
no no

Why did I open my mouth and tell 'em I'm intoxicated
It really didn't help me and in fact I think I was self incriminated
If I were smarter
I would know, that Pinto ain't my car at the bar
but too late, I've lost it
Not lucky
I took a plea I'm never planning to come back here
no no no