Common:. Down da-down-da-down-down-down what(x3). Down-da-down check it check it. There was a Hardy boy mystery I was tryin to solve. Can't understand who the fuck was involved. Back from a show I had came hopped off the plane. In my mind home was pictured and rest was the frame. My God came and grabbed in something less than a Caddy. Go buy them gas and food was less than a cabby. As we approach my tilt paranoia in my bones had built. By the lock on the door a hole was drilled. I opened it to the kitchen floor my heart nailed. In my shit somebody had broke in like a mitt. My mind started swingin and who I thought the glove fit. As usual niggaz is suspects. Who did I tell I was going out of town. Not too many people I guess the word got around. The people upstairs should have been disturbed by the sound. Must have came during the day when at work they was found. At the mount I stand folded than tie. Askin who done it. Fuck Hitchcock I got the fifth cocked. About to go wild hunted. Whoever did it had the nerve to chill and get blunted. And left a roach in the ash tray I had cleaned out the last day. Before I left this thief decided to play chef. With the beef in the fridge to cook chicken breast. I'm kickin what shit was left all around the house. Thinkin whoever came in on me is out. chorus. It's a frantic situation. It's a frantic situation yes it is. (What can I do?). It's a frantic situation. It's a frantic situation hear me now. (What can I do?). It's a frantic situation. It's a frantic situation yes it is. (What can I do?). It's a frantic situation. It's a frantic situation hear me y'all. (What can I do?).