Skid Row

Your jokes aint funny and theres
notin you say
That I wanna hear
The sound of the door slammin
your ass out
Is music to my ears
If I cant beat you then
Im gonna beat you
To a pulp
So can the TV rays and take
my tonsil glaze
Right down your throat
Youre standin too close what the
fucks with you,
You aint my old lady and
you aint a tattoo
No need to whimper, no need to shout
This partys over, so get the fuck out
Get the fuck out
Well I puke, I stink bitch give me a drink
Cause Im payin for the room
I aint buying you breakfast
So keep your mouth busy and
wrap your lips
All around my attitude
Take a walk with me with your triple