[Eminem] Obie yo [Obie] I'm sick [Eminem] Damn, you straight dog?
[Hook] 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 victims to this shit From these bitches on our dicks Fucking chickens with no ribs That's why I ain't got no time
[Verse 1: Obie] Yo, I woke up, fucked up off the liquor I drunk I hadda bag of the 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 gettin' 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 in 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 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 And now I'm frustrated cause my dick was unprotected And doctor Wesley telling me I really got that shit, fuck
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 ain't got no time
[Verse 2: 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 whys 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 thickened 'n worse Cause you feel like you've been sticking your fucking dick in a hearse So you're paranoid at every little cold that you get Ever since they sold you this shit, you've been holding your dick So you go to the clinic, sweating every minute you're 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 to call in you the office to say it So you jet back home, cause you gone get that ho 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 the 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 deceiving, shit this ho's a genius, she geed us
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 ain't got no time
I'm busy, yeah, fuck these bitches Fuck em all, get money Ha, shady records Wow, Obie Trice Eminem mother fucker New millennium shit, yeah Turn this shit off, turn this shit the fuck offTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
