SLUMLORD! My place ain’t worth shit   Nothing works my ceiling leaks quite a bit   Slumlord you’re a pain in my fat ass   There’s a blizzard coming and I’ve got no gas   I said now man, I knew you’d blow it   And if I had grass I’d make you mow it   EVERYDAY! Just ‘cause you’re a prick   And for once I’d want things my way      I’VE GOT PROBLEMS WITH MY RENT   I’VE GOT PROBLEMS WITH MY…      SLUMLORD! I’ll kill you to death, man   I’ll knock your house down with   A wrecking ball so there’s nothing left   Me and the unabomber will send you a bomb   I said I’ll blow up your ass   And all my problems will be gone   Now I’ve had enough of these tricks   That you think you can play on me   This ain’t Three’s Company you Mr. Roper wanna be   I’ve had enough of your games   And I’ve had enough of your lies   When will you recognize   That it’s you that I despise      I’VE GOT PROBLEMS WITH MY RENT   I’VE GOT PROBLEMS WITH MY…      SLUMLORD! I’m not paying my rent   Because I took that money and I had it all spent   On food and arms ‘cause I’m preparing my troops   Us tenants have banded together   And we’re coming in groups   To fuck up your shit and overthrow your ass   The mission of optimism will reign at last   So forget your negative ways   Get me out of this realty haze   This bullshit makes me crazed   I think I might move out today      I’VE GOT PROBLEMS WITH MY RENT   I’VE GOT PROBLEMS WITH MY…      PAY THE RENT! FIX MY SINK!