Body Count

You say that I hang out all night, thats okay,
Cause you drink all muthafuckin day
You come home hit mom, smack mom, beat mom,
Raise another brew to your face with you
Swollen palm
Then you come in my room talkin crazy shit
Sayin Im high, Im on dope and I better quit
Muthafucka, if I was high you would die,
Hit my mom once more and its bye-bye
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Who are you tryin to judge me ?
Get the fuck out my face
Who put you so above me ?
Clear the fuck out my space
You say that I want sex all the time
Thats all that seems to be on my muthafuckin mind
Well thats right I want sex all the time
Thats all that seems to be on my muthafuckin mind
Well thats right I want sex every minute,
Every hour of the day,
Of the week, all the muthafuckin time
But hold up who are you tryin to talk shit,
Youll hit your knees suckin dick with a quickness
In the park, dark, car, grass, lickin nuts,
Suckin butt,
With your tongue up my fuckin ass,
[Chorus]
Get the fuck out my face
Yeah
[Chorus]
You need to stay the fuck out my face
Stay the fuck out my got damnned face
[ Who Are You Lyrics ]