G  Bb  C  D
G  Bb  C  D
G  Bb  C  D
C     D

     G        Bb               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

G                                             C  Bb  G
Don't bust my chops, baby don't bust my chops          (2x)

C   D   C
C   D   C
C   D   C
C   D   C

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

Don't bust...(2x)

C     D    C
C     D    C
C     D    C
C     D    C

G  Bb  C  D  (3x)
C   D

Don't bust (4x)

C   D   C  (4x)

G