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Just Drop Dead by Fred Durst Okay, where the hell you been?
Said that you'd been hangin' with your cute girlfriend
Then I get a call
Kind of woke me up
Said they saw you chillin' with this young little f**k
I was kind of dazed, & maybe confused
Never would've expected this terrible news
Not only were you kissin'
This fool you been dissin'
You was playin' me out
Now you better listen

What the f**k is going on?
Who the f**k do you think you are? (b**ch)
Cause for alarm
Put up with your sh*t
Beggin' me to stay
Even though you ring your f**kin' mouth every day
I ain't some punk ass
Dealin' with your drunk ass
Yeah you might be fine
But you crossed the f**kin' line
Now there's no returnin'
This lesson that you're learnin'
Pullin' down your panties
And leave your ass burnin'

Cause I deserve more
I deserve more
You act like a whore
So just drop dead

Just drop dead

Rewind back to the start
When we got together
I gave you my heart
You made a few mistakes
But that's how it goes
And every time I broke up
You gave my ass a rose
Sayin' that you're sorry
And I'm the only one
But leave me like a chump
While you was havin' fun
I was feelin' lonely
While you were with your homey
Ain't that a b**ch
Now your boy can blow me

What the f**k is going on?
Who the f**k do you think you are? (b**ch)
Cause for alarm
Put up with your sh*t
Beggin' me to stay
Even though you ring your f**kin' mouth every day
I ain't some punk ass
Dealin' with your drunk ass
Yeah you might be fine
But you crossed the f**kin' line
Now there's no returnin'
This lesson that you're learnin'
Pullin' down your panties
And leave your ass burnin'

Cause I deserve more
I deserve more
You act like a whore
So just drop dead

Cause I deserve more
I deserve more
You act like a whore
So just drop dead

With love, there's lust
Then blood and guts
Your touch, my crutch
I trust you way too much

With love, there's lust
Then blood and guts
Your touch, my crutch
I trust you way too much

You got a lot of f**kin' nerve
You think this is a f**kin' tennis match? (b**ch)
Time for me to serve
I'm John MacInroe
You ready for me ho?
It's 15-love
Where the f**k you gonna go?

Where the f**k you gonna go?

Where the f**k you gonna go?

What the f**k is going on?
Who the f**k do you think you are? (b**ch)
Cause for alarm
Put up with your sh*t
Beggin' me to stay
Even though you ring your f**kin' mouth every day
I ain't some punk ass
Dealin' with your drunk ass
Yeah you might be fine
But you crossed the f**kin' line
Now there's no returnin'
This lesson that you're learnin'
Pullin' down your panties
And leave your ass burnin'

Cause I deserve more
I deserve more
You act like a whore
So just drop dead

Cause I deserve more
I deserve more
You act like a whore
So just drop dead

Just Drop Dead