Get the Fuck Out

Your jokes ain't funny
And there's nothin' 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

Know what i'm saying?
Fuck you if you can't take a joke, man

The morning's coming
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
Get the fuck out
Get the fuck out
Get the fuck out



Credits
Writer(s): Sebastian Bierk, Robert Affuso, Rachel Southworth, Scott Mulvehill, David Sabo
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