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Domestic violence Lyrics

Domestic violence by RZA  

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Domestic violence [Girl]
You ain't sh*t, your daddy ain't sh*t
your brother ain't sh*t, your money ain't sh*t
your lab ain't sh*t, your rings ain't sh*t
your gear ain't sh*t, your jewels ain't sh*t
your kicks ain't sh*t, nigga, your whips ain't sh*t
Bobby, you ain't sh*t, nigga I'm the sh*t
you ain't sh*t, your daddy ain't sh*t
your brother ain't sh*t, your money ain't sh*t
your lab ain't sh*t, your rings ain't sh*t
your gear ain't sh*t, your jewels ain't sh*t
your kicks ain't sh*t, your whips ain't sh*t
Bobby, you ain't sh*t, nigga I'm the sh*t
you ain't sh*t, your daddy ain't sh*t
your brother ain't sh*t, your money ain't sh*t
your lab ain't sh*t, Bobby you ain't sh*t
your rings ain't sh*t, your gear ain't sh*t
your jewels ain't sh*t, your kicks ain't sh*t
your whips ain't sh*t, nigga, I'm the sh*t
You ain't sh*t, your daddy ain't sh*t
your brother ain't sh*t, your money ain't sh*t
your lab ain't sh*t, your rings ain't sh*t
your gear ain't sh*t, your jewels ain't sh*t
your kicks ain't sh*t, your whips ain't sh*t
nigga, I'm the sh*t...

[RZA] (Girl)
What the f**k y'all birds talking about?
Get the f**k out my house
'Fore I grab you by your hair and slap dick to your mouth
Bob Digi, yeah you know who is he
Girl, I f**king slave trade your ass like Kizzy Kinte
(But wait, f**k you motherf**ker)
You wish you could f**k
b**ch, all you can do is dick suck
(Your ass can't f**k, that's why your wife left your monkey ass)
f**k that, you don't cook, you don't clean, or press my jeans
You don't scrub or wash clothes
Or buy food for making (???), b**ch
You don't read to the seeds
All you do is watch tv and smoke weed
Get your nails done and feet, scrub the hairweave
Sleep all day, eat, gain weight, can't breathe
Talking about you're going to leave?
Then b**ch leave! What the f**k you're waiting for?
Hit the door, I ain't taking this sh*t no more!
Spending all my cream on Gucci, Phillies and Coach
Before you moved to my lab, b**ch, I ain't never seen a roach
Stains on my carpet, bathroom's more like a fish market
Take all the space in my closet, where the f**k's your logic?
Disrespecting my old earth, aborted my child birth
And every day I catch my credit card inside your purse
You can't speak a sentence without a curse
Talking 'bout you're going to be a nurse
b**ch, to be a nurse you got to go to shool first!
When I first met you, you was a hoe
I tried to reform you, bomb you, warn you and teach you
But couldn't reach you, and you're still a hoe
Your father said you was a hoe
And when you leave me, b**ch you're gonna be a hoe
Celluloid and gargoyle feet, I'd rather beat my meat
That raggy ass pussy a starving dog wouldn't eat
Started with the body of a model
Pussy tight as a pharmaceutical bottle
And you could swallow a whole avocado
And two forty ounce bottles
To the end of the world, which to I would follow
Now, when I f**k you, the sh*t echos 'cause you pussy is so hollow
Turn your fat ass sideways
Your stressmarks are like the US highways
f**k a new nigga every friday
Talking 'bout bust a nut, b**ch I'll bust yo guts!
(You come so quick nigga)
Wonder why I come so quick?
With that wide ass pussy and soggy tits?
I'm trying to get the sh*t over with, and go to sleep!
But when I'm with my real freak on the weekend
Bet that baby we f**k for two and a half hours or three
You'd better study the 1-0-40 knowledge culture degree
About M-G-T, and G-C-C

'Cause you ain't sh*t, and your mother ain't sh*t
And your sister ain't sh*t, and your pussy ain't sh*t
That weave ain't sh*t, your ass ain't sh*t
Girl you ain't sh*t, your daddy ain't sh*t

[RZA] [Girl]
But f**k it, yo
let me get this f**king phone
Yeah, get the motherf**king phone
Quit motherf**kers in our f**king
business. End the f**k, or I'll pull
the motherf**king chord out of the
Man, f**k that motherf**king socket.
Yo God, this b**ch is bugging I'm sick of this sh*t motherf**ker
Get the f**k out, I'm throwing
all the sh*t on the motherf**king
terrace, right now. I'm sick of
I'm on the phone! this sh*t, you and you sh*t out the
I'm on the phone! motherf**king closet right now. My
Well f**k you! name's on the motherf**king (???) too
b**ch, get the f**k out my nigga, I don't give a f**k, f**k that
house man sh*t, you get the f**k out my lab, all
these motherf**kers sleeping in the
f**king living room. My seeds run into
these motherf**kers, these niggaz are
Yo, hey Hewey, hey Hewey in their dirty motherf**king socks and
f**k you, yo God, my b**ch... sh*t. f**king dirty toilet seats and
This b**ch is stupid man sh*t. My seeds gotta sit on this sh*t.
Get these motherf**kers out this
Give this f**king crab ass motherf**king lab now. Get the f**k
girl the gas yo out. Every lat one of y'all mother-
You's a hoe b**ch! f**kers. Get the f**k out my lab.
Come on you's a hoe!
you'se a hoe Motherf**ker don't make me pick up
you'se a hoe this bottle. Don't make me pick up
you'se a hoe this motherf**king bottle.
you'se a hoe
hoe! hoe!
hoe! hoe! bastard! bastard!
hoe! hoe! bastard!
f**k you!
hoe! you f**king bastard!
hoe! bastard! bastard!
f**k you
Yo, yo, dunn, yo, yo, God
bastard! bastard! bastard!
She's stupid dunn you're f**king dirty dick nigga
Yeah you're f**king stupid nigga
You're f**king stupid
You're f**king stupid
We'll be back son Now that's right, tell that
We'll be back motherf**ker to call you back
'cause you ain't going to steal
this motherf**king phone



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