RZA, Big Gipp - Domestic Violence Pt. 2 lyrics

You ain't shhh ya momma ain't shhh
Your daddy ain't shit your pussy ain't shhh
Bitch, 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' shit girl, your pussy ain't shit
Your friends ain't shit, 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

I know the type
Come down and take a little pipe
Then run up and call me cupcakes
Say "I didn't fuck you right"
Shit, call me now
Like that bitch 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 in my book as a nasty girl

You ain't shit, yo mama ain't shit
Yo daddy ain't shit, yo pussy ain't shit
Bitch
You ain't shit, your friends ain't shit
Your whip ain't shit, pocketbook ain't shit

You ain't shit, yo daddy ain't shit
Yo mama ain't shit, and yo pussy ain't shit
Bitch
You ain't shit, your friends ain't shit
Your whip ain't shit, pocketbook ain't shit
Bitch

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 bitch 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, shit-kicker licker
Stronger than Wild Turkey liquor
Tryin to entice her, movin to hit her
But I'd rather forget her nigga

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 (fuck no! fuck 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
Bitch, I pack a horse dick
Plus you know my chain is frosted
One fuck from the apple head
And shorty lost it

Cuz you ain't shit, yo mama ain't shit
Yo daddy ain't shit, yo cousins ain't shit
Bitch you ain't shit, yo whip ain't shit
Pocketbook ain't shit and yo
Friends ain't shit, bitch
You ain't shit, yo folks ain't shit
Yo lawyer ain't shit, yo
Bumper car ain't shit, bitch
You ain't shit, yo boyfriend ain't shit
Your last name ain't shit, your
Whole family ain't shit, bitch

Fuckin' around, nigga from Israel
Bobby Digital, Big Gipp a k
A Mute
Straight from the underground, we gone