Skid Row - Get the fuck out
Tekst :
Your jokes ain t funny and there s nothin you say that I wanna hearThe 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 to close what the fuck s with you
You ain t my old lady and you ain t a tattoo
No need to whimper no need to shout
This party s over so get the fuck out
Get the fuck out
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 attitiude
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
You re standin to close what the fuck s with you
You ain t my old lady and you ain t a tattoo
No need to whimper no need to shout
This party s over so get the fuck out
Get the fuck out
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.
You re standin to close what the fuck s with you
You ain t my old lady and you ain t a tattoo
No need to whimper no need to shout
This party s over so get the fuck out
Get the fuck out
Get the fuck out
Get the fuck out
Inne utwory
Losowe utwory
Blitzkrieg bop
Hey ho let s go-
They re forming in a straight line
They re going through a tight wind
The kids are losing their minds
The Blitzkrieg Bop
They re piling in the back seat
They re generation steam heat
Pulsating to...
They re forming in a straight line
They re going through a tight wind
The kids are losing their minds
The Blitzkrieg Bop
They re piling in the back seat
They re generation steam heat
Pulsating to...
Jeremiah weed
Poor Jeremiah, his body is broken
Lying in the alley where he fell
His head is racing home to the heel of California
Poor Jeremiah Weed
He s got his friends and he s got his devices
He s got no need for you
No need for sympathy, no need for suprises
Poor Jeremiah Weed
Well I know...
Lying in the alley where he fell
His head is racing home to the heel of California
Poor Jeremiah Weed
He s got his friends and he s got his devices
He s got no need for you
No need for sympathy, no need for suprises
Poor Jeremiah Weed
Well I know...
Roses on white lace
I saw you in your wedding gown
The prettiest dress
I came into the room that night
And made such a mess
In my own way, I lovingly kiss the bride
With your ring in your hand
Your eyes and your mouth open wide
In my eyes
Blood drops look...
The prettiest dress
I came into the room that night
And made such a mess
In my own way, I lovingly kiss the bride
With your ring in your hand
Your eyes and your mouth open wide
In my eyes
Blood drops look...
Vertical limit
{Bridge}
Forfeit the game, stop the talk show.
Product the one, your intaught to know.
Forfeit the game, cause tomorrow
When its all done, you reap what you sow.
{Verse 1:}
You love the way, I look at you
While taking pleasure...
Forfeit the game, stop the talk show.
Product the one, your intaught to know.
Forfeit the game, cause tomorrow
When its all done, you reap what you sow.
{Verse 1:}
You love the way, I look at you
While taking pleasure...
H! vltg3
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes....
Hybrid
I ve been diggin in crates ever since I was livin in space
Before the rat race, before monkeys had you in traits
I mastered numerology, big band theology, performed lobotomies with telekanetic psychology
Invented the mic to so I can start blessin it
Hybrid
I ve been diggin in crates ever since I was livin in space
Before the rat race, before monkeys had you in traits
I mastered numerology, big band theology, performed lobotomies with telekanetic psychology
Invented the mic to so I can start blessin it