Get the Fuck Out (Live)

[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!

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