Dogs With Jobs - Y I Otta lyrics

You come to my house to s** back my beers You weren't invited You never knock, you just stroll right in Hell, you never leave! You take and take all i've got to give You take it all like a f**ing sieve You're telling be that i'm the prick! You s** more than a f**ing leach Maybe you should practice what you preach Tell you buddy, you ain't no treat You scratch my records, you bust my tv Then you ask me what's to eat! You rip off my cash, and your b.o. reeks Hey, did you ever learn to flush a toilet, man? You take and take all i've got to give You take it all like a f**ing sieve You're telling be that i'm the prick! You s** more than a f**ing leach Maybe you should practice what you preach Tell you buddy, you ain't no treat Y I otta... Kick you in the head, punch you in the teeth Beat you 'till you fall to the ground Pound you to a paste, crush you to a pulp Cut you 'till you don't make a sound Boot you in the balls, slice you into strips Until you're just a wet, bloody sore Stab you in the eye, bust your ugly head And stomp you 'till you're dead on the floor You insult my girl, you smoke my last smoke Hey! isn't that my shirt? You break my window fighting with your b**h You can't even apologize You take and take all i've got to give You take it all like a f**ing sieve You're telling be that i'm the prick! You s** more than a f**ing leach Maybe you should practice what you preach Tell you buddy, you ain't no treat Y I otta... Kick you in the head, punch you in the teeth Beat you 'till you fall to the ground Pound you to a paste, crush you to a pulp Cut you 'till you don't make a sound Boot you in the balls, slice you into strips Until you're just a wet, bloody sore Stab you in the eye, bust your ugly head And stomp you till you're dead on the floor You know, i've had about enough of your sh** So i've got a little suggestion... Take it to heart... Get the f** out and don't come back!!! You take and take all i've got to give You take it all like a f**ing sieve You're telling be that i'm the prick! You s** more than a f**ing leach Maybe you should practice what you preach Tell you buddy, you ain't no treat You've got your b**h in my bed and you're Asking me to stay out??? who the f** are you? You lie through your teeth, your talk never ends Maybe you'd better leave, now! You take and take all i've got to give You take it all like a f**ing sieve You're telling be that i'm the prick! You s** more than a f**ing leach Maybe you should practice what you preach Tell you buddy, you ain't no treat Y I otta... Kick you in the head, punch you in the teeth Beat you 'till you fall to the ground Pound you to a paste, crush you to a pulp Cut you 'till you don't make a sound Boot you in the balls, slice you into strips Until you're just a wet, bloody sore Stab you in the eye, bust your ugly head And stomp you 'till you're dead on the floor