Walkin' down the road, tryin' to lose my loadChick 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 sick, you leave me with no doubtDada's always drunk, he's a piece of junkBeatin' up on his girl, actin' like a punkDada's always broke, can't afford the cokeThe alcohol will choke, He's a freakin' joke!Get a handle on itJimmy's gone to school, he had to keep his coolCouldn't make the grade, they said he was a foolJimmy pulls his piece, "Everybody freeze!"Miss Spencer tried to cool him down 1-2-trigger squeezeJimmy's in the jam, why, thank you Uncle SamYou f**ked up my life, I take the blame, Oh my oh what a shame"Wasted, that's what I am," Jimmy started to thinkIf this is what it takes to be a man, it f**kin' stinksGet a handle on itJenny's gone to work, her boss is such a jerkPattin' Jenny on the butt he treats her like a perkJenny screams aloud, I may be well endowedBut you don't know y'right from wrong, you know that ain't allowedJenny's lost her job, just to execute a slobStandin' up for her rights, it's "goodnight" Mr. BobThe court was "fair and square," Jenny combs her hairEverybody, step aside -- electric chairGet a handle on it