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I'm sGick and tBbired of you're caClling me nDames I'm sick and tired of your childish games I'm sick and tired of your bullshit brats CCocaine stupor and anxiDenty attacks
Picked up the magazine, I see your face You're nothin' boy, a godamm waste With the lamest fashion on your back You're never happy, a hypocondriac
GDon't bust my chops, baby don't bust my chops C Bb G (2x) C D C C D C C D C C D C
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 you're on the loose All I can get from you is your bad additude Dirty mouth, it's all I can bear Get outta here bitch, 'cause you're nowhere Always wearing that cheap parfume I can always tell when you're in the room Don't bust...(2x) C D C C D C C D C C D C G Bb C D (3x) C D Don't bust (4x) C D C (4x) G