6 Skid Row - Get The Fuck Out (Slave To The Grind 1991) | Текст песни

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• 6 Skid Row
• Get The Fuck Out (Slave To The Grind 1991)

Your jokes ainґt funny and thereґs
notinґ you say
That I wanna hear
The sound of the door slamminґ
your ass out
Is music to my ears

If I canґt beat you then
Iґm gonna beat you
To a pulp
So can the TV rays and take
my tonsil glaze
Right down your throat

Youґre standinґ too close what the
fuckґs with you,
You ainґt my old lady and
you ainґt a tattoo
No need to whimper, no need to shout
This partyґs over, so get the fuck out
Get the fuck out

Well I puke, I stink bitch give me a drink
ґCause Iґm payinґ for the room
I ainґt 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 Dґs
And your 40-foot do
Why you walkinґ funny you must have
spent some time
With the boys in the crew

Youґre standinґ too close what the
fuckґs with you,
You ainґt my old lady and
you ainґt a tattoo
No need to whimper, no need to shout
This partyґs over, so get the fuck out
Get the fuck out

The morningґs cominґ and
this is my bed
If I find you here when I wake up
The maid is gonna find me dead

Youґre standinґ too close what the
fuckґs with you,
You ainґt my old lady and
you ainґt a tattoo
No need to whimper, no need to shout
This partyґs over, so get the fuck out
Get the fuck out
Get the fuck out
Get the fuck out