Alba s touto skladbou:
Slave To The Grind,
From Chaos,
Your jokes ainçŁ funny and thereçŁ
notin?you say
That I wanna hear
The sound of the door slammin? your ass out
Is music to my ears
If I cançŁ beat you then
IçŁ gonna beat you
To a pulp
So can the TV rays and take
my tonsil glaze
Right down your throat
YouçŁe standin?too close what the
fuckçŁ with you,
You ainçŁ my old lady and
you ainçŁ a tattoo
No need to whimper, no need to shout
This partyçŁ over, so get the fuck out
Get the fuck out
Well I puke, I stink bitch give me a drink
ç˘ause IçŁ payin?for the room
I ainçŁ 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 DçŁ
And your 40-foot do
Why you walkin?funny you must have
spent some time
With the boys in the crew
YouçŁe standin?too close what the
fuckçŁ with you,
You ainçŁ my old lady and
you ainçŁ a tattoo
No need to whimper, no need to shout
This partyçŁ over, so get the fuck out
Get the fuck out
The morningçŁ comin?and
this is my bed
If I find you here when I wake up
The maid is gonna find me dead
YouçŁe standin?too close what the
fuckçŁ with you,
You ainçŁ my old lady and
you ainçŁ a tattoo
No need to whimper, no need to shout
This partyçŁ over, so get the fuck out
Get the fuck out
Get the fuck out
Get the fuck out
