G A# C D I'm sick and tired of you're 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 anxienty attacks Picked up the magazine, I see your face You're nothin' boy, a godamm waste With the lamest fashion on your back You're never happy, a hypocondriac Chorus: G Don't bust my chops, C A# G baby don't bust my chops - x2 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 you're on the loose All I can get from you is your bad additude Dirty mouth, it's all I can bear Get outta here bitch, 'cause you're nowhere Always wearing that cheap parfume I can always tell when you're in the room Chorus - x4 | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA# C D G |