Fuckin' doin' it



This song is called Eviction Notice, it's a 2-parter

It's about how drugs are the gateway to fun and flat laugh lines



There's effort in her smile and it shouldn't be that way

Her last days are being snuffed out in an ashtray, and that's pricely

Trying to intercept the passing away I've asked nicely



But I've learned not to feed the hand that bites me

This morning the cradle rocks the hand

As I bang on pots and pans

she's just playing in her warning labeled box again

She wants a man I can look up to, a role model to come through--

Don't bother unpacking your car...cinogen filled thrill sticks

This girl will spit fire

Got me doing pirouettes over her guilt trip wire

I still skip by a land mine or two, see I've learned the landscape

All the while practicing my firm handshake

Hair, trigger-finger itch to spark any conversation

Said explosive personalities don't part deadly confrontation

What happens in between her lips

She needs a fix more than she knows her friend's a bitch

And needs to go



There's a note on the door..

Eviction notice



"Listen, one of us is leaving, and when I say US I mean YOU...

YOU'RE leaving. (You're leaving... You're leaving.)"



I'm in the house y'all, I'm in the house y'all

And ain't no little piece of paper gonna kick me out y'all!

What?? I'm in the house, I'm in the house

And ain't no legal separation gonna kick my ass out

I'm in the house y'all, I'm in the house y'all

And ain't no new boyfriend gonna kick me out, y'all!

Fuck that, I'm in the house, I'm in the house

Ain't no snot-nosed brat gonna kick my ass out



Pick ME! Pleas