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RZA - Domestic violence, pt. 2 lyrics

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Domestic violence, pt. 2 by RZA


[RZA]
You ain't shhh
Ya momma ain't shhh
Your daddy ain't sh*t
Your pussy ain't shhh
b**ch, you ain't shhh
Your friends ain't shh
Your whip ain't shhh
Pocketbook ain't shhh
You talk that shhh
But girl you ain't shhh
Your momma ain't shhh, your daddy ain't shhh
You talkin' sh*t girl, your pussy ain't sh*t
Your friends ain't sh*t, you whip ain't shhh
You see these wizards out here, trynna floss like
I wear the pants dada, I'm the boss papa
I'm a Survivor! I play the course dada
They got the little toy vibrators on there speed, chacha
See I don't need a man, don't need to see a man
But it seems to me ho, you wanna be a man
You Tinkerbell and your girlfriend is Peter Pan
Strap on the KY Jelly, you wanna eat ya friend
[Big Gipp]
I know the type, come down and take a little pipe
Then run up and call me cupcakes, say "I didn't f**k you right"
sh*t, call me now, like that b**ch on the tube with the tarot cards
Cuz, mushy gushy still goin for sale on the Boulevard
Now I didn't I see, didn't I see you walk on the porno flicks
Givin' brain at the same, give no bumper hit
Get them bent accross seas, damn near done rapped the world
And you qualify, my book here's a nasty girl
[Chorus: Big Gipp]
You ain't sh*t, yo mama ain't sh*t
Yo daddy ain't sh*t, yo pussy ain't sh*t, b**ch
You ain't sh*t, your friends ain't sh*t
Your whip ain't sh*t, pocketbook ain't sh*t
[Chorus: RZA]
You ain't sh*t, yo daddy ain't sh*t
Yo mama ain't sh*t, and yo pussy ain't sh*t, b**ch
You ain't sh*t, your friends ain't sh*t
Your whip ain't sh*t, pocketbook ain't sh*t, b**ch
[Big Gipp]
Hey Bobby, I know this loot gobbler, hard knobber
More peaches than cobbler, corner store soliciter
Drawers up her ass wipe, what you want
and what you need, and what you get is two different things
Pulled over, Pea Street, and put the b**ch out in the rain
Lost your mind, ya 409, riding the short yellow bus
Gipp ain't never been touched, left insane, drunk off of (?) lush
Hush, sh*t-kicker licker, stronger than Wild Turkey liquor
Tryin to entice her, movin to hit her, but I'd rather forget her nigga
[RZA]
Bodododo, plus her knees be purple, Gipp, she like to gurgle gurgle
And goggle, goggle, slurpy slurp and she swallow swallow
I met this Caramel Sundae, her name was Betty Boo
She put her period blood in her spaghetti stew (f**k no! f**k no!)
I knew her mama, her papa, plus her naughty daughter
She filled her baby's ba-ba up with toilet water
And Sun Dew, the whole Clan used to run threw
Her Power U, then just bless her wit the hair doo
b**ch, I pack a horse dick, plus you know my chain is frosted
One f**k from the apple head and shorty lost it
[Chorus: RZA]
Cuz you ain't sh*t, yo mama ain't sh*t
Yo daddy ain't sh*t, yo cousins ain't sh*t, b**ch
You ain't sh*t, yo whip ain't sh*t
Pocketbook ain't sh*t and yo friends ain't sh*t, b**ch
[Chorus: Big Gipp]
You ain't sh*t, yo folks ain't sh*t
Yo lawyer ain't sh*t, yo bumper car ain't sh*t, b**ch
You ain't sh*t, yo boyfriend ain't sh*t
Your last name ain't sh*t, your whole family ain't sh*t, b**ch
[Outro: RZA]
f**kin' around, nigga from Israel
Bobby Digital, Big Gipp a/k/a Mute
Straight from the underground, we gone



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