I Ain't Your Pal

(albüm: New Vibe Revolution - 1993)

Why are you such a dick?
Always ticked
The smell of your cigar is making everyone sick
You cut my hair
Your rules ain't fair
Running this house from the seat of your chair
Don't talk back
Do what I say
Well you've got problems
I can't relate to you

There's no way
You'll bring me down
You're a lazy fat slob
And You're no friend of mine
You'll be sorry
When I get through
Sick and tired an I've had enough of you

Well I can't explain how I feel
Everything I say to you is no big deal
You fuck my head all around
And now you're talking to me like I'm your pal
Don't talk back
Do what I say
Well you've got problems
You're gonna get yours too

There's no way
You'll bring me down
You're a lazy fat slob
And You're no friend of mine
You'll be sorry
When I get through
Sick and tired an I've had enough of you

(Nobody's gonna tell me what to do
You point your finger but there's three pointing back at you)
Must be the devil 'cause you're making my life hell
And you ask me for respect but
You ain't my dad
And let's get something straight
I ain't your pal
(I ain't your)

(Nobody's gonna tell me what to do
You point your finger but there's three pointing back at you)
Think you're the sheriff, well my room may be a cell
And you ask me for respect but
And let's get something straight
I ain't your pal

(Nobody's gonna tell me what to do
You point your finger but there's three pointing back at you)
Must be the devil 'cause you're making my life hell
And you ask me for respect but
You ain't my dad
And let's get something straight
I ain't your pal
(I ain't your)