Lyrics:

What the hell is up with that,

When you can't buy your own laundry basket

Why was I the victim? You stole my wicker tool

I came inside to check on my clothing as they're drying

I could've sworn I left it in the apartment laundry room



But now it's gone my clothing in a bundle

With socks, and pants, and underwear

Falling to the ground



Fuck the guy who took my shit

And stole my laundry basket

If I see you with my basket in the laundry room

I'll kick your ass shit on clothes

And take back my fuckin' laundry basket

And then you'll be the victim because

You stole my wicker tool