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
F**k´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 F**k Out
Get The F**k 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
F**k´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 F**k Out
Get The F**k 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
F**k´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 F**k Out
Get The F**k Out
Get The F**k Out
Get The F**k Out