Private Line - Downstairs Upstairs lyrics

Money shot in a Monday morning 'Nice job? as you used to call it and I was stuck Stuck by you I'm the one mommy warned you about We're the scum your teachers told you to Stay away, but you stayed around Mouthful of bad habits V.I.P for your foot and shoe Legshow When it's done just drag it Then BFD turns to #3 One more stair and you're in our paradise Two blocks down if you ain't my kind I might be wrong, but I can not change my mind Let's play the game Mr.King s**erman Got a ball and chain but you act like a superman I can't bleed for anyone like you B-pictures and your mistress of the month Punk pills and your one-track-mind Wrap you around, I know your kind Let me tell you a fact You're ten pounds of sh** in the five pound bag There's no help for beggar Angel lost the feather And sh** lives forever! One more stair and you're in our paradise Two blocks down if you ain't my kind I might be wrong, but I can not chance my mind One more shot and you're in our paradise Two bricks down, yeah, I know your kind Downstairs Upstairs! You're not a friend of mine Downstairs Upstairs! Downstairs Upstairs! Downstairs Upstairs! Downstairs Upstairs! Let me tell you fact You're like the ten pounds of sh** in the five pound bag There's no help for beggar Angel lost the feather and sh** lives forever Downstairs Upstairs life's not fair! One more stair and you're in our paradise Two blocks down if you ain't my kind I might be wrong, but I can not chance my mind One more shot! Two bricks down! Yeah, I know your kind One more stair and you're in our paradise Two bricks down, yeah, I know your kind Downstairs Upstairs! You're not a friend of mine!