Yo wussup now homies

Lights -a-flahin'
Like your ex's passion

There's a creak in the stairway
And he's drunk on the fairway

Hold on to the railing
Ev'rybody's bailing

Get out your broomstick and open the door
Curse the lantern and fall to the floor

Yo wussup now homies
Yo wussup now homies

No brassiere in your blouse
'cause you sit around the house

You can't stop the wind
But you can wipe off that grin

You done got spooked
By your own damn twin

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