Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jonathan James Getzschman
Drum Machine
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan James Getzschman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jonathan James Getzschman
Executive Producer
Texty
What the fuck are you looking at?
Take a picture, it'll last longer!
She's with me, I'll fuckin' kill you!
Singin' and dancin, hangin' out late night
Your little girlfriend, don't know how to act right
Stayed with me all night, didn't want me to leave
Only said one word, 'my boyfriend's a huge nerd
Don't you look at my girlfriend, don't you look in her eyes
No mira se mi novia, one more look and you die
While you were working at Walgreens, I simply slid in your place
And we was dancing some Cha-Cha, I busted boom on her face
Don't talk to her, stay baby stay!
When he walked in, I heard him say lay lady lay
And his big brass bed, is more like a futon
His lettuce is red instead of green like my croutons
I'm the man here queer, go take a golden shower
Then drink some light beer, and keep your pistol out my flower
This break-up is bittersweet, topped it like the towers, but
At least the Walgreen team pay $six.15 an hour
Why do you want her? What kind of dude are you?
Your Birkenstock shoes match the blue retard coup
Come on fuckface, you don't know what I'll do, me and my
Whole crew'll make a frickin' monkey outta you
Is the sex really worth it? She can never come
Without the lip service, now talk to the gun
Hi, my name's nine millimeter, nice to meet you son, now your
Over like, done, done-di-dee-un, done, done, NancyBoy scum!
Don't you look at my girlfriend, don't you look in her eyes
No mira se mi novia, one more look and you die
While you were working at Walgreens, I simply slid in your place
And we was dancing some Cha-Cha, I busted boom on her face
What the fuck am I lookin' at? I really can't tell
But if it were a mirror, I think I'd kill myself
Your imaginary gat makes me laugh
The only nine millimeter in here's in your pants
Hobo trash, you show no class, and
That's why she'll have no more of your broke-ass
Since I first made her toes curl from the strokin
I've been two/three of her whole world, like the ocean
I give her bigger, better sex, you've lost
I control her thoughts like television sets
Your woman made her choice
She wants a NancyBoy romance to make the panties moist
And while it might be the cock, it's
Probably the way that I'm everything you're not
She's down to go another round or two
But when I'm thru, I'll send her back around to you
Don't you look at my girlfriend, don't you look in her eyes
No mira se mi novia, one more look and you die
While you were working at Walgreens, I simply slid in your place
And we was dancing some Cha-Cha, I busted boom on her face
Written by: Jonathan James Getzschman
