I see your campus
I'm thinkin' I've been there before
Ooh, you know somethin' I live in this pig-pen
This filthy pig-pen next door
Another stench of my aroma, stick that nose up in the air
Is that the excuse you used to ruin me?

I need to get you outta my way
Pack them bags punk, get tha' fuck outta here
Need to get you outta my way
Love thy neighbor, love my neighbor
Yeah, right, right

Yo j, drop that one down

Your existence means less now than it probably ever has before
You got your head up your ass
Out of your mouth comes nothing but sh
Shhh, still I listen, I absorb
You amuse me, idiot
All bent outta shape, 'cause I piss on your gate

I need to get you outta my way
Pack them bags punk, get tha' fuck outta here
Need to get you outta my way
Love thy neighbor, love my neighbor?
Right, right

And ya' don't stop, huh
And we won't stop
(That's right)
And ya' can't stop, no 'cause you jus', just won't stop
Let's take it to tha' curb if you can stand it
Put yourself in my position man
Let's take it to tha' curb if you can stand it
Put yourself in my position man
Let's take it to the curb
Put yourself in my position man
Oh, take it to the curb
Put yourself in my position man, punk
How you wanna take it to tha' curb?
Ah, you wanna take it to tha' curb? Wait, ah, ah
Put your self in my position man

Oh
And you don't break, break, break it, don't stop
Got it stinky, stinky finger
And ya' don't, and ya' don't

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): John Everett Otto, William Frederick Durst