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Drips Lyrics
Intro:
Eminem:
Obie, Yo?
Obie Trice:
I'm sick
Eminem:
d*mn, you straight dog?
Obie Trice:
*Coughin'*
girls
Gettin' sick
Chorus:
That's why I ain't got no time
For these games and stupid tricks
All these girls on my d*ck
That's how dudes be gettin' sick
That's how d*cks be gettin' drips
Fallin' victims to this s**t
From these girls on our d*cks
fkin' chickens with no ribs
That's why I ain't got no time
Obie Trice:
Yo, I woke up, fked up off the liquor I drunk
I had a bag of tha skunk, one and last night's tunk
p*ssy residue was on my penis
Denise from the cleanas
fked me good, you shoulda seen us
Big booty b*tch, switch unbearable, French role stylin', body like a Stallion
Sizin' up the figure, while my s**t gettin' bigga
Debatin' on to fk, or do I wanna be a nigg*
Caressin' this b*tch, plus I'm checkin' out them t*ts
Sippin' on that fine s**t
I ain't use to buyin'
I gotta hit it from behind, it's mandatory
Like takin' ho's money, but that's anutha story
For surely ya p*ssy on toast, afta we toast
her clothes fell like Bishop and Juice
The womb beata, clean p*ssy eata, insertin' my jock
In that spot hotta than the hottest block, don't stop!
Response I got when I was knockin' it
Clocks steadin' tickin', kinky finga lickin'
Then carryin on, semin's at my tip when she moans
I gotta slow down before I c*m soon
And work that nigg*, like a slave owna
When I dropped off my outfit, she knew I wanted to bone her
She foamin' at them lips, the ones between the hips
Pubic hair's lookin' like some sour cream dip
Without the nacho, my d*ck hit the spot though
p*ssy tighta than conditions of us black folks
we in the final stretch, the last part of sex
I bust a fat as* nut - then I woke up next
Like, what the fk is goin' on here?
This b*tch evaporated, p*ssy and all just picked up and vacated
And now I'm frustrated cause my d*ck was unprotected
And doctor Wesley tellin' me I really got that s**t
fk
Chorus (2x)
Eminem:
Now I don't wanna hit no women when this chick's got it comin'
Someone betta get this b*tch 'fore she gets kicked in the stomach
And she's pregnant, but she's eggin' me on, beggin' me to throw 'er
Off the steps on this porch, my only weapon is force
And I don't wanna resort to violence of any sort
But what's she shovin' me for? Doesn't she love me no more?
Wasn't she huggin' me four minutes ago at the door?
Man I'm this close to goin' toe to toe with this wh*re
What would you do if she was tellin' you she wants a divorce
She's havin' another baby of the month and it's yours
And you found it isn't 'cuz this b*tch has been visitin'
Someone else and suckin' his d*ck and kissin' you on the lips
When you get back to Michigan
Now the plot has thickend 'n worse
'Cuz you feel like you've been stickin' your fkin' d*ck in a hearse
So your paranoid at every little cold that you get
Eva since they sold you this s**t, you've been holdin' your d*ck
So you go to the clinic, sweatin' every minute you in it
Then the doctor comes out lookin' like Dennis the Menace *hahahaha*
And it's obvious to everyone in the lobby, it's AIDS
He ain't even gotta call in you his office to say it
So you jet back home, 'cuz you gon' get that ho
And when you see 'er, you're gonna bend 'er fkin' neck back yo
'Cuz you love 'er, you neva would've expect that blow
Obie told you to scoop, how could she stoop that low?
Jesus, I don't believe this b*tch works at the cleanas
Bringin' me home diseases swingin' from Obie's penis
She's so deceivin', s**t this ho's a genious
She gee'd us
Chorus (2x)
Outro:
Eminem:
"I'm busy!"
Obie Trice:
Yeah, fk these girls
Eminem:
fk 'em all"
Obie Trice:
Get money
Eminem:
Ha!
Obie Trice:
Shady Records
Eminem:
Woo!
Obie Trice:
Obie Trice
Eminem muth*fka
*Hissing sounds*
New millenium s**t
Yeah
Turn this s**t off
Turn this s**t the fk off
