Get the f*ck Out (live) lyrics

Your jokes ain't funny and there's nothin' you say that I wanna hear
The sound of the door slammin' 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 standin' too close, what the f*ck'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 f*ck out
Get the f*ck out!

Well, I puke, I stink, b*tch, give me a drink 'cuz I'm payin' for the room
I ain't buying you breakfast, so keep your mouth busy and wrap your lips all around my attitude
Take a walk with me with your triple double D's and your 40-foot do
Why you walkin' funny? You must have spent some time with the boys in the crew

You're standin' too close, what the f*ck's with you?
You ain't my old lady and you ain't a tattoo
Well, no need to whimper
No need to shout
This party's over, so get the f*ck out
Get the f*ck out!

The morning's comin' and this is my bed
If I find you here when I wake up
The maid is gonna find me dead
You're standin' too close, what the f*ck'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

Get the f*ck out!
Get the f*ck out!
Get the f*ck out!