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I'm sick and tired of you calling me names i'm sick and tired of your childish games |
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I'm sick and tired of your bullshit brats cocaine stupor and anxiety attacks |
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Picked up the magazine, i see your face you're nothin' boy, a goddamn waste |
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With the lamest fashions on your back you're never happy, a hypochondriac |
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Don't bust my chops, baby, don't bust my chops |
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Don't bust my chops, baby, don't bust my chops yeah |
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You're a styling queen and an alley cat too many chocolates keep a fat man fat |
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You're a pain in the ass, and your on the loose all i get from you is your bad attitude |
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Dirty mouth, it's all i can bear get outta here bitch, 'cause you're nowhere |
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Always wearin' that cheap perfume can always tell when you're in the room |
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Don't bust my chops, baby, don't bust my chops |
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Don't bust my chops, baby, don't bust my chops ah |
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Don't bust my chops, baby, don't bust my chops |
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Don't bust my chops, baby, don't bust my chops |
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Don't bust my chops, baby, don't bust my chops |
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Don't bust my chops, baby, don't bust my chops alright |
