I don't know who the hell you think you're messing with Get the fuck outta my house with that shit Get the fuck out of my life with that shit I don't know who the hell you think you're messing with Get the fuck outta my house with that shit Get the fuck out of my life with that shit You smell like perfume that I didn't purchase Now I know why you've been closing the curtains, ah Get the fuck out of my house You're coming around With your muddy feet I'm about to something about it Yeah, I'ma have to do something 'bout it You keep coming round With your muddy feet And I'ma have to do something about it Yeah, I'm about to do something about it Back and forth, always questioning my questioning Get the fuck out of my head with that shit Get the fuck out of my bed with that shit You watered the weeds and you killed all the roses Worthy arrives when the other door closes, ah So get the fuck out of my house with that shit You're coming around With your muddy feet I'm about to do something about it Yeah, I'ma have to do something 'bout it And I don't know who you're messing with Yeah, I'ma have to do something 'bout it I'm about to do something about it Whoa Whoa Whoa You're coming around Whoa You're coming around, baby The fuck out of my house with that shit