Get Your Hands off My Woman - Live

This one's called, get your fucking hands off my woman asshole

You are drunk and you are surely
In Latino lover mode
We all know what's on your agenda
We've broken the code

I've got no right to lay claim to her frame
She's not my possession
You cunt

Get your hands off of my woman, motherfucker
Get your hands off of my woman, motherfucker

Octoped, you've got six hands, too many
And you can't keep them to yourself
You're too fat and too old to marry
So they left you on the shelf

I've got no right to lay claim to her frame
She's not my possession
You cunt

Get your hands off of my woman, motherfucker
Get your hands off of my woman, motherfucker

Alright, put your hands up in the air, put your hands up in the air

Get your hands off of my woman, motherfucker
Get your hands off of my woman, motherfucker
Get your hands off of my woman, motherfucker
Get your hands off of my woman

Mother, repeat (mother) it's beautiful
Mother, yeah (mother, yeah)
Fucker (fucker)



Credits
Writer(s): Edwin James Graham, Daniel Francis Hawkins, Francis Gilles Poullain-patterson, Justin David Hawkins
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