DON'T BUST MY CHOPS [ G Bb C D ] x3 T [ C D ] H E G Bb C D I'm sick and tired of you calling me names C I'm sick and tired of your childish games O I'm sick and tired of your bullshit brats M C D P Cocaine stupor and anxiety attacks L E Picked up the magazine, I see your face T You're nothin' boy, a goddamn waste E With the lamest fashions on your back You're never happy, a hypochondriac R A G C Bb G M Don't bust my chops, baby, don't bust my chops O Don't bust my chops, baby, don't bust my chops N E [ C D C ] x4 S You're a styling queen and an alley cat G Too many chocolates keep a fat man fat U You're a pain in the ass, and your on the loose I All I get from you is your bad attitude T A Dirty mouth, it's all I can bear R Get outta here bitch, 'cause you're nowhere Always wearin' that cheap perfume T Can always tell when you're in the room A B Don't bust... C O [ C D C ] x4 M P [ G Bb C D ] x3 I L [ C D ] A T I Don't bust... O N Don't bust... [ C D C ] x4 G