Get Your Hands Off My Woman (feat. Corn Mo)

You are drunk and you were surely
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 frame
She's not my possession
Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!
But get your hands off my woman motherfucker
Get your hands off my woman motherfucker
Octoped, you've got six hands too many
And you can't keep them to yourself
You're too fat and too old to marry
So they left you on the shelf
Oh, I've got no right to lay claim to her frame
But you soiled my obsession
Get your hands off my woman motherfucker
Get your hands off my woman motherfucker
Get your hands off my woman motherfucker
Get your hands off my woman motherfucker
Ow!
Get your hands off my woman motherfucker
Get your hands off my woman motherfucker
(Big fuck-off, shiny piano solo with awesome shouts)
Get your hands
Get your hands
Get your hands
Get your hands
Motherfucker
Get your hands
Get your hands
Get your hands
Get your hands
Motherfucker