| Your jokes ain’t funny and there’s nothin' you say that I wanna hear
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| The sound of the door slammin' your ass out is music to my ears
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| If I can’t beat you, then I’m gonna beat you to a pulp
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| So can the TV rays and take my tonsil glaze right down your throat
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| You’re standin' too close, what the fuck’s with you?
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| You ain’t my old lady and you ain’t a tattoo
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| Well, no need to whimper
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| And no need to shout
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| This party’s over, so get the fuck out
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| Get the fuck out!
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| Well, I puke, I stink, bitch, give me a drink 'cuz I’m payin' for the room
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| I ain’t buying you breakfast, so keep your mouth busy and wrap your lips all
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| around my attitude
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| Take a walk with me with your triple double D’s and your 40-foot do
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| Why you walkin' funny? |
| You must have spent some time with the boys in the crew
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| You’re standin' too close, what the fuck’s with you?
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| You ain’t my old lady and you ain’t a tattoo
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| Well, no need to whimper
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| No need to shout
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| This party’s over, so get the fuck out
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| Get the fuck out!
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| (You know what I’m sayin'? Fuck you if you can’t take a joke, man.)
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| The morning’s comin' and this is my bed
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| If I find you here when I wake up
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| The maid is gonna find me dead
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| You’re standin' too close, what the fuck’s with you?
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| You ain’t my old lady and you ain’t a tattoo
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| Well, no need to whimper
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| And no need to shout
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| This party’s over
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| Get the fuck out!
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| Get the fuck out!
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| Get the fuck out! |