Rude, Crude Mood

Five o'clock shadow Blood shot eyes My best friends tell me I’m a nasty guy I’ve got bad habits, I can’t deny I’m underpaid and dissatisfied I’m not your run-of-the-mill No, not your typical boy Don’t wind me up or you will be annoyed I’m in a rude, crude mood Get out of my way I’m in a rude, crude mood Having a real bad day What can I say? Won't take what I’m given, I’m making a fuss Give me anymore and baby I’m gonna bust What's my problem, please don't ask It don’t take much for me to kick some ass I’m not the king of the hill No, just a demons toy Don’t wind me up or you might be destroyed I’m in a rude, crude mood Get out of my way I’m in a rude, crude mood Having a real bad day I’m in a rude, crude mood Get out of my way (I'm coming to get ya) Coming out for you Rude, crude mood Get out of my way I’ve gotta rude, crude mood Having a real bad day I’m in a rude, crude mood Get out, get out, get out of my way Rude, crude mood Rude, crude mood Rude, crude mood