Cigar - Laundry Basket Lyrics
What the hell is up with that,When you can't buy your own laundry basketWhy was I the victim? You stole my wicker toolI came inside to check on my clothing as they're dryingI could've sworn I left it in the apartment laundry roomBut now it's gone my clothing in a bundleWith socks, and pants, and underwearFalling to the ground***** the guy who took my shitAnd stole my laundry basketIf I see you with my basket in the laundry roomI'll kick your ass shit on clothesAnd take back my *****in' laundry basketAnd then you'll be the victim becauseYou stole my wicker tool