Choke on It
Words of kindness long reduced
To ashes in your throat
If I'm not welcome anymore
I think I'll get my coat
I only came for love but I think I missed the boat
Screaming 'til you're blue in the face
I wish the course of love ran smoother
You've bitten off more than you can chew
I hope my heart was a tasty hors d'œuvre
You don't wanna hug, you need the Heimlich manoeuvre
I scratch your back, but you let mine itch
The thought of you makes my eye twitch
You can take my money, I'll make you rich
I hope you fucking choke on it
Choke on it, baby
Choke on it, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, choke on it
Yeah, yeah, yeah
How can you blame a red-blooded male
For lining up the foxes?
If you don't want me, I can look elsewhere
That's what the golden rule of rock says
And no, I don't need help, I'll pay someone else to carry my boxes
I scratch your back, but you let mine itch
The thought of you makes my eye twitch
You can take my money, I'll make you rich
I hope you fucking choke on it
Choke on it, baby
Choke on it, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, choke on it
Yeah, yeah, yeah
How's a man supposed to shine
When all you do is fucking whine?
What's mine is yours, what's yours is yours
I hope you fucking choke on it
Choke on it, baby
Choke on it, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, choke on it
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Yeah, yeah
Yes, indeed
To ashes in your throat
If I'm not welcome anymore
I think I'll get my coat
I only came for love but I think I missed the boat
Screaming 'til you're blue in the face
I wish the course of love ran smoother
You've bitten off more than you can chew
I hope my heart was a tasty hors d'œuvre
You don't wanna hug, you need the Heimlich manoeuvre
I scratch your back, but you let mine itch
The thought of you makes my eye twitch
You can take my money, I'll make you rich
I hope you fucking choke on it
Choke on it, baby
Choke on it, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, choke on it
Yeah, yeah, yeah
How can you blame a red-blooded male
For lining up the foxes?
If you don't want me, I can look elsewhere
That's what the golden rule of rock says
And no, I don't need help, I'll pay someone else to carry my boxes
I scratch your back, but you let mine itch
The thought of you makes my eye twitch
You can take my money, I'll make you rich
I hope you fucking choke on it
Choke on it, baby
Choke on it, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, choke on it
Yeah, yeah, yeah
How's a man supposed to shine
When all you do is fucking whine?
What's mine is yours, what's yours is yours
I hope you fucking choke on it
Choke on it, baby
Choke on it, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, choke on it
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Yeah, yeah
Yes, indeed
Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Francis Hawkins, Francis Gilles Poullain-patterson, Justin David Hawkins, Rufus Tiger Taylor
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