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Your jokes ain´t funny and there´s
notin´ you say
That I wanna hear
The sound of the door slammin´
your ass out
Is music to my ears

If I can´t beat you then
I´m gonna beat you
To a pulp
So can the TV rays and take
my tonsil glaze
Right down your throat

You´re standin´ too close what the
fuck´s with you,
You ain´t my old lady and
you ain´t a tattoo
No need to whimper, no need to shout
This party´s over, so get the fuck out
Get the fuck out

Well I puke, I stink bitch give me a drink
´Cause I´m payin´ for the room
I ain´t buying you breakfast
So keep your mouth busy and
wrap your lips
All around my attitude

Take a walk with me with your triple
double D´s
And your 40-foot do
Why you walkin´ funny you must have
spent some time
With the boys in the crew

You´re standin´ too close what the
fuck´s with you,
You ain´t my old lady and
you ain´t a tattoo
No need to whimper, no need to shout
This party´s over, so get the fuck out
Get the fuck out

The morning´s comin´ and
this is my bed
If I find you here when I wake up
The maid is gonna find me dead

You´re standin´ too close what the
fuck´s with you,
You ain´t my old lady and
you ain´t a tattoo
No need to whimper, no need to shout
This party´s over, so get the fuck out
Get the fuck out
Get the fuck out
Get the fuck out

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