Get the F**k Out

Your jokes ain't funny and there's nothing you say

That I want to hear

The sound of the door slamming 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 standing too close, what the fuck's with you?

You ain't my old lady and you ain't a tattoo

Well, no need to whimper

And 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 paying for the room

I ain't buying your breakfast, so keep your mouth busy and

Wrap your lips all around my attitude

Talk a walk with me, with your triple double-D's

And your 40-foot do

Why you walking funny?

You must have spent some time with the

Boys in the crew

You're standing too close, what the fuck's with you?

You ain't my old lady and you ain't a tattoo

Well, no need to whimper

And 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 in and this is my bed

If I find you here when I wake up

The maid is gonna find me dead

You're standing 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