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Don't Bust My Chops lyrics
I'm sick and tired of you calling me names I'm sick and tired of your childish games
I'm sick and tired of your bullshit brats Cocaine stupor and anxiety attacks
Picked up the magazine, I see your face You're nothin' boy, a goddamn waste
With the lamest fashions on your back You're never happy, a hypochondriac
Don't bust my chops, baby, don't bust my chops
Don't bust my chops, baby, don't bust my chops Yeah
You're a styling queen and an alley cat Too many chocolates keep a fat man fat
You're a pain in the ass, and your on the loose All I get from you is your bad attitude
Dirty mouth, it's all I can bear Get outta here bitch, 'cause you're nowhere
Always wearin' that cheap perfume Can always tell when you're in the room
Don't bust my chops, baby, don't bust my chops
Don't bust my chops, baby, don't bust my chops Ah
Don't bust my chops, baby, don't bust my chops
Don't bust my chops, baby, don't bust my chops
Don't bust my chops, baby, don't bust my chops
Don't bust my chops, baby, don't bust my chops Alright
Part of these releases
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- Track 3 on Brain Drain
- 2 Zero Zero UFO
- 4 Punishment Fits The Crime
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