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 rudе, crude mood
Having a real bad day
I’m in a rude, crudе 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