Mos Phat Infectious Lyrics

Okay Dad, whats the problem?

What's the problem??
I haven't got a problem,
I've got f___ing problems.....
Plural!! Wanna hear??

Sure...

Well most recently there's a scary mexican gangster dude poking his finger in my chest...
There's this hooligan kids snapping their fingers at me...
There's putrid rotting corpse of a dead horse stuffed in the springs of the bed
There's rooms blazing of fire...
There's a big fat needle from god-knows-where stuck in my leg infecting me with god-knows-what...
And finally, there's me, walking out the door, right f___ing now.....buenas noches!!!!!