Who Are You? - Body Count

You say that I hang out all night, that’s okay

'Cause you drink all muthafuckin' day

You come home hit mom, smack mom, beat mom

Raise another brew to your face with you, swollen palm

Then you come in my room talkin' crazy shit

Sayin' I’m high, I’m on dope and I better quit

Muthafucka, if I was high you would die

Hit my mom once more and it’s bye-bye

Who are you tryin' to judge me?

Get the fuck out my face

Who put you so above me?

Clear the fuck out my space

You say that I want sex all the time

That’s all that seems to be on my muthafuckin' mind

Well, that’s right, I want sex all the time

That’s all that seems to be on my muthafuckin' mind

Well, that’s right, I want sex every minute

Every hour of the day

Of the week, all the muthafuckin' time

But hold up who are you tryin' to talk shit

You’ll hit your knees

Suckin' dick with a quickness

In the park, dark, car, grass, lickin' nuts

Suckin' butt with your tongue up my fuckin' ass

Who are you tryin' to judge me?

Get the fuck out my face

Who put you so above me?

Clear the fuck out my space

Get the fuck out my face, yeah

Who are you tryin' to judge me?

Get the fuck out my face

Who put you so above me?

Clear the fuck out my space

You need to stay the fuck out my face

Stay the fuck out my got damned face