Your jokes ain't funny and there's nothin' you say that I want to 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.
Well I puke I stink bitch get me a drink 'cause 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 Ds and your 40 foot do,
Why you walkin' funny you must have spent some time with the boys in the
crew.
No need to whimper, no need to shout,
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.