Corn Mo

You were drunk and you were surly
In Latino lover mode
We all know what's on your agenda
You have broken the code

Oh, I've got no right to lay claim to her fame
She's not my possession

Get your hands off of my woman, motherfucker
Get your hands off of my woman, motherfucker

Octoped, you've got six heads too many
And you can't keep them to yourself
You're too fat and old to marry
So they left you on the shelf

Oh, I've got no right to lay claim to her fame
But you soiled my obsession

Get your hands off of my woman, motherfucker
Get your hands off of my woman, motherfucker
Get your hands off of my woman, motherfucker
Get your hands off of my woman, motherfucker
Ow!
Get your hands off of my woman, motherfucker
Get your hands off of my woman, motherfucker

Get your hands
Get your hands
Get your hands
Get your hands
Motherfucker
Get your hands
Get your hands
Get your hands
Motherfucker

Written by HAWKINS, DANIEL FRANCIS / POULLAIN-PATTERSON, FRANCIS GILLES / GRAHAM, EDWIN JAMES / HAWKINS, JUSTIN DAVID
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group

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