Fuckin' doin' itThis song is called eviction notice,
it's a 2-parterIt's about how drugs are the gateway to
fun and flat laugh linesThere's effort in her smile and it
shouldn't be that wayHer last days are being snuffed out in
an ashtray, and that's pricelyTrying to intercept the
passing away i've asked nicelyBut i've learned not to
feed the hand that bites meThis morning the cradle rocks the
handAs i bang on pots and pansShe's just playing in her
warning labeled box againShe wants a man i can look up to, a
role model to come through--Don't bother unpacking your
car...cinogen filled thrill sticksThis girl will spit fireGot me
doing pirouettes over her guilt trip wireI still skip by a land
mine or two, see i've learned the landscapeAll the while
practicing my firm handshakeHair, trigger-finger itch to spark
any conversationSaid explosive personalities don't part
deadly confrontationWhat happens in between her lipsShe needs a
fix more than she knows her friend's a bitchAnd needs to
goThere's a note on the door..Eviction notice"listen, one
of us is leaving, and when i say us i mean you...You're
leaving. (you're leaving... you're leaving.)"I'm
in the house y'all, i'm in the house y'allAnd
ain't no little piece of paper gonna kick me out
y'all!What?? i'm in the house, i'm in the
houseAnd ain't no legal separation gonna kick my ass
outI'm in the house y'all, i'm in the house
y'allAnd ain't no new boyfriend gonna kick me out,
y'all!Fuck that, i'm in the house, i'm in the
houseAin't no snot-nosed brat gonna kick my ass outPick me!
please leave me believe mePlease leave me believe me pleasePlease
leave me believe me please leave mePlease believe me, leave me
leave me..This song is called eviction notice, it's a
2-parterBasically it's about how sacrifice and vices will
invite themselvesTo an overstayed welcome at your haunted house
partiesThere's effort in her smile and it shouldn't be
like thatHer final evenings have her drowning in a nightcap, and
that's costlyTrying to keep her on the right track i ask
softlyBut she just says "back off me"And i've learned to
space her private respectShe breathes some room to need and
every afternoon proceedsTo mix her liquid sitter while preparing
baby food to feedShe wants i man i can look up to, a mentor--
fuck you!Get your things packedYes kids, the poison is the
message in the bottleBefore the dawn she'll have to kill
all fetal positions by ingesting aMorning-after pillCrawling
fast until i get rewarded for how good i've behavedWhile
practicing my goodbye wave..Should i stay? after planning my
escape routesAnd shouting out, "is there a lifeguard in the
lighthouse?"To the rescue bottle mouth-to-mouth between her lips
she sipsShe needs a fix more than she knows her friend's a
bitchAnd there's a note on the door..Eviction noticeFun
times fun times, ("fuck you!") fun times fun times fun
times("fuck you!") fun times fun times, fun times fun times fun
times("fuck you, get the fuck out of my house...")Fun times fun
times, fun times fun times fun timesFun times fun times, fun
times fun times fun tiiiimes!!! ("fuck you!")One more time guys,
fun times fun times fun tiiiimes!("get out.")I love you("get
out!!! get the fuck out of here! get out!! go.")Your mother
would like to hear from you
Send "Eviction Notice" Ringtone to your Cell 
