Drips lyrics ( Marshall Mathers )
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[Intro:]
[Eminem:]
Obie, Yo?
[Obie Trice:]
I'm sick
[Eminem:]
Damn, you straight dogg?
[Obie Trice - B/W Chorus]
[Coughing]
Bitches
Getting sick
[Chorus:]
That's why I ain't got no time
For these games and stupid tricks
All these bitches on my dick
That's how dudes be getting sick
That's how dicks' be getting drips
Falling victim's to this shit
From these bitches on our dicks
Fucking chickens with no ribs
That's why I aint got no time
[Obie Trice:]
Yo, I woke up, fucked up off the liquor I
drunk
I hadda bag of tha skunk, one and last night's
tunk
Pussy residue was on my penis, Denise, from the
Cleaners
Fucked me good, you should've seen us
Big booty bitch, switch unbearable, french role
styling, body like a stallion
Sizing up the figure, while my shit getting
bigger
Debating on to fuck her, do I wanna be a nigga
Caressing this bitch, plus I'm checking out them
tits
Sipping on that fine shit, I ain't use to
buying
I gotta hit it from behind, it's mandatory
Like taking ho's money, but that's another
story
For surely your pussy on toast, after we toast
Our clothes fell like Bishop and Juice
The womb beater, clean pussy eater, inserting my
john
In that spot hotter than the hottest block, don't
stop!
Response I got when I was knocking it
Clocks steading ticking, kinky finger licking
The cannon, seen us at my temple when she
moans
I gotta slow down before I cum soon
And work that nigga, like a slave owner
When I dropped off my outfit, she knew I wanted
to bone her
She foaming at the lips, the ones between the
hips
Pubic hair's looking like some sour cream dip
Without the nacho, my dick hit the spot though
Pussy tighter than conditions of his black
folks
Being a vinyl stretched, the last part of sex
I bust a fat ass nut - then I woke up next
Like, what the fuck is going on here?
This bitch evapourated, pussy and all just picked
up and vaccated
And now I'm frustrated cause my dick was
unprotected
And doctor Wesley telling me I ain't really got
that shit
Fuck
[Chorus:]
[Eminem:]
Now I don't wanna hit no women when this chicks
got it coming
Someone better get this bitch before she gets
kicked in the stomach
And she's pregnant, but she's egging me on,
begging me to throw her
Off the steps on this porch, my only weapon is
force
And I don't wanna resort to violence of any
sort
But why's she shoving me for? Doesn't she love me
no more?
Wasn't she hugging me four minutes ago at the
door?
Man I'm this close to going toe to toe with this
whore
What would you do if she was telling you she
wants a divorce
She's having another baby in a month and it's
yours
And you found it isn't cause this bitch has been
visiting
Someone else and sucking his dick and kissing you
on the lips
When you get back to Michigan, Now the plot has
thickend 'n worse
Cause you feel like you've been sticking your
fucking dick in a hurse
So your paranoid at every little cold that you
get
Ever since they sold you this shit, you've been
holding your dick
So you goto the clinic, sweating every minute
your in it
Then the doctor comes out looking like Dennis the
Menace *hahahaha*
And it's obvious to everyone in the lobby, it's
aids
He ain't even gotta to call in you the office to
say it
So you jet back home, cause you gone get that
ho
And when you see her, you're gonna bend her
fucking neck back yo
Cause you love her, you never would've expect
that blow
Obie told you to scoop, how could she stoop that
low?
Jesus, I don't believe this bitch works at the
Cleaner's
Bringing me home diseases swinging from Obie's
penis
She's so deceaving, shit this ho's a genious
She gee'd us
[Chorus:]
[Outro:]
[Eminem:]
"I'm busy!"
[Obie Trice:]
Yeah, fuck these bitches
[Eminem:]
Fuck em all"
[Obie Trice:]
Get money
[Eminem:]
Ha!
[Obie Trice:]
Shady Records
[Eminem:]
Woow!
[Obie Trice:]
Obie Trice
Eminem mother fucker
[Hissing sounds]
New millenium shit
Yeah
Turn this shit off
Turn this shit the fuck off
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