DON'T BUST MY CHOPS
[ G  Bb  C  D ] x3
[ C  D ]
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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
C                   D
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

   G                                             C Bb G
   Don't bust my chops, baby, don't bust my chops
   Don't bust my chops, baby, don't bust my chops

[ C  D  C ] x4

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...


[ C  D  C ] x4

[ G  Bb  C  D ] x3

[ C  D ]


   Don't bust...

   Don't bust...


[ C  D  C ] x4

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