Drips

Eminem

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    Obie
    Yo, I'm sick
    Damn
    You straight, dog?

    That's why I ain't got no time
    For these games and stupid tricks
    Or these bitches on my dick
    That's how dudes be getting sick
    That's how dicks be getting drips
    Falling victims to this shit
    From these bitches on our dicks
    Fucking chickens with no ribs
    That's why I ain't got no time

    Yo, I woke up fucked up off the liquor I drunk
    I had a bag of the skunk won in last night's tunk
    Pussy residue was on my penis
    Denise from the cleaners, fucked me good, you should've seen this

    Big booty bitch, switch unbearable
    French roll styling, body like a stallion
    Sizing up the figure while my shit's getting bigger
    Debating on a fuck or do I want to be her nigger

    Caressing this bitch, plus I'm checking out them tits
    Sipping on that fine shit I ain't used to buying
    I gotta hit it from behind, it's mandatory
    Like taking hoe's money, but that's another story

    For surely, the pussy on toast after we toast
    Her clothes fell like Bishop in Juice
    The womb beater, clean pussy eater
    Inserting my jock in that spot hotter than the hottest block

    "Don't stop!" The response I got when I was knocking it
    Clock steady ticking, kinky finger licking
    And can on, semen's at my tip when she moans
    I gotta slow down before I cum soon

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    And work that nigger like a slave owner
    When I dropped off my outfit, she knew I wanted to bone her
    She foaming at the lips, the one between them hips
    Pubic hair's looking like some sour cream dip

    Without the nacho, my dick hit the spot though
    Pussy tighter than conditions of us, black folks
    We in the final stretch, 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 evaporated
    Pussy and all, just picked up and vacated
    Now I'm frustrated 'cause my dick was unprotected
    and Doctor Wesley telling me I really got that shit

    That's why I ain't got no time
    For these games and stupid tricks
    Or these bitches on my dick
    That's how dudes be getting sick
    That's how dicks be getting drips
    Falling victims to this shit
    From these bitches on our dicks
    Fucking chickens with no ribs
    That's why I ain't got no time

    Now I don't wanna hit no woman, but this chick's got it coming
    Someone better get this bitch, before she gets kicked in the stomach
    And she's pregnant, buts she's egging me on, begging me to throw her
    Off the steps of this porch, my only weapon is force

    And I don't wanna resort to any violence of any sort
    But what'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 find out 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 is thickening worse
    'Cause you feel like you've been sticking your fucking dick in a hearse
    So you paranoid at every little cold that you get
    Ever since they told you this shit, you've been holding your dick

    So you go to the clinic, sweating every minute you in it
    Then the doctor comes out looking like Dennis, the Menace
    And it's obvious to everyone in the lobby it's AIDS
    He ain't even gotta call you in his office to say it

    So you jet back home, 'cause you gon' get that hoe
    When you see her, you gon' bend her fucking neck back, yo
    'Cause you love her, you never would expect that blow
    Obie told you the scoop, how could she stoop that low?

    Jesus, I don't believe this, bitch works at the cleaners
    Bringing me home diseases, swinging from Obie's penis
    She's so deceiving, shit this hoe's a genius
    She g'd us

    That's why I ain't got no time
    For these games and stupid tricks
    Or these bitches on my dick
    That's how dudes be getting sick
    That's how dicks be getting drips
    Falling victims to this shit
    From these bitches on our dicks
    Fucking chickens with no ribs
    That's why I ain't got no time

    I'm busy
    Fuck these Bitches
    Fuck'em all, get money
    Shady Records, Obie Trice
    Eminem, motherfucker
    New millennium shit
    Yeah
    Turn this shit off
    Turn this shit the fuck off

    Song details

    Composition: Bass Jeff, Eminem, Denaun, and Obie Trice

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