Get the Fuck Out (Live)

[Intro]
One, two, three
Oh yeah, come on
Let's go, London

[Verse 1]
Well, your jokes ain't funny, nothin' you say
That I wanna hear
The sound of the door your ass out
Music to my ears
If I can't beat you, gonna beat you
To a pulp
Can the TV rays, tonsil glaze down your throat

[Chorus]
You're standin' too 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, get the fuck out
Get the fuck out

[Post-Chorus]
You got it
Ah-hahahahaha
Ooh
[Verse 2]
Well, I puke, I stink, bitch, give me a drink
Payin' for the room
I ain't buyin' you breakfast, so keep your mouth busy
Lips all around my attitude
Take a walk with me, triple double-Ds
Forty-foot do
Why you walkin' funny?
You musta spent some time with the boys in the crew

[Chorus]
You're standin' too 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

[Post-Chorus]
That's right
Ah-hahahaha

[Bridge]
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
Oh no
[Guitar Solo]

[Chorus]
Standin' too 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
I wanna hear ya (Get the fuck out)
Get the fuck out!
Get the fuck out!
Get the fuck out!
Huh (Uh)