Get the Fuck Out (Live)

Lyrics
[Intro] One, two, three Oh yeah, come on Let's go, London [Verse 1] Well, your jokes ain't funny, nothin' you say That I wanna hear The sound of the door your ass out Music to my ears If I can't beat you, gonna beat you To a pulp Can the TV rays, tonsil glaze down your throat [Chorus] 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 [Post-Chorus] You got it Ah-hahahahaha Ooh [Verse 2] Well, I puke, I stink, bitch, give me a drink Payin' for the room I ain't buyin' you breakfast, so keep your mouth busy Lips all around my attitude Take a walk with me, triple double-Ds Forty-foot do Why you walkin' funny? You musta spent some time with the boys in the crew [Chorus] 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 [Post-Chorus] That's right Ah-hahahaha [Bridge] The morning's comin' in and this is my bed If I find you here when I wake up The maid is gonna find me dead Oh no [Guitar Solo] [Chorus] 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 I wanna hear ya (Get the fuck out) Get the fuck out! Get the fuck out! Get the fuck out! Huh (Uh)
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Credits
- Writers
- Dave “The Snake” Sabo
- Rachel Bolan