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Текст песни Domestic Violence

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  • Rza Bobby Digital
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  • Domestic Violence
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    [Girl] 
    You ain't shit  your daddy ain't shit 
    your brother ain't shit  your money ain't shit 
    your lab ain't shit  your rings ain't shit 
    your gear ain't shit  your jewels ain't shit 
    your kicks ain't shit  nigga  your whips ain't shit 
    Bobby  you ain't shit  nigga I'm the shit 
    you ain't shit  your daddy ain't shit 
    your brother ain't shit  your money ain't shit 
    your lab ain't shit  your rings ain't shit 
    your gear ain't shit, your jewels ain't shit 
    your kicks ain't shit, your whips ain't shit 
    Bobby, you ain't shit, nigga I'm the shit 
    you ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit 
    your brother ain't shit, your money ain't shit 
    your lab ain't shit, Bobby you ain't shit 
    your rings ain't shit, your gear ain't shit 
    your jewels ain't shit, your kicks ain't shit 
    your whips ain't shit, nigga, I'm the shit 
    You ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit 
    your brother ain't shit, your money ain't shit 
    your lab ain't shit, your rings ain't shit 
    your gear ain't shit, your jewels ain't shit 
    your kicks ain't shit, your whips ain't shit 
    nigga, I'm the shit... 
    
    [RZA] (Girl) 
    What the fuck y'all birds talking about? 
    Get the fuck out my house 
    'Fore I grab you by your hair and slap dick to your mouth 
    Bob Digi, yeah you know who is he 
    Girl, I fucking slave trade your ass like Kizzy Kinte 
    (But wait, fuck you motherfucker) 
    You wish you could fuck 
    Bitch, all you can do is dick suck 
    (Your ass can't fuck, that's why your wife left your monkey ass) 
    Fuck that, you don't cook, you don't clean, or press my jeans 
    You don't scrub or wash clothes 
    Or buy food for making (???), bitch 
    You don't read to the seeds 
    All you do is watch tv and smoke weed 
    Get your nails done and feet, scrub the hairweave 
    Sleep all day, eat, gain weight, can't breathe 
    Talking about you're going to leave? 
    Then bitch leave! What the fuck you're waiting for? 
    Hit the door, I ain't taking this shit no more! 
    Spending all my cream on Gucci, Phillies and Coach 
    Before you moved to my lab, bitch, I ain't never seen a roach 
    Stains on my carpet, bathroom's more like a fish market 
    Take all the space in my closet, where the fuck's your logic? 
    Disrespecting my old earth, aborted my child birth 
    And every day I catch my credit card inside your purse 
    You can't speak a sentence without a curse 
    Talking 'bout you're going to be a nurse 
    Bitch, to be a nurse you got to go to shool first! 
    When I first met you, you was a hoe 
    I tried to reform you, bomb you, warn you and teach you 
    But couldn't reach you, and you're still a hoe 
    Your father said you was a hoe 
    And when you leave me, bitch you're gonna be a hoe 
    Celluloid and gargoyle feet, I'd rather beat my meat 
    That raggy ass pussy a starving dog wouldn't eat 
    Started with the body of a model 
    Pussy tight as a pharmaceutical bottle 
    And you could swallow a whole avocado 
    And two forty ounce bottles 
    To the end of the world, which to I would follow 
    Now, when I fuck you, the shit echos 'cause you pussy is so hollow 
    Turn your fat ass sideways 
    Your stressmarks are like the US highways 
    Fuck a new nigga every friday 
    Talking 'bout bust a nut, bitch I'll bust yo guts! 
    (You come so quick nigga) 
    Wonder why I come so quick? 
    With that wide ass pussy and soggy tits? 
    I'm trying to get the shit over with, and go to sleep! 
    But when I'm with my real freak on the weekend 
    Bet that baby we fuck for two and a half hours or three 
    You'd better study the 1-0-40 knowledge culture degree 
    About M-G-T, and G-C-C 
    
    'Cause you ain't shit, and your mother ain't shit 
    And your sister ain't shit, and your pussy ain't shit 
    That weave ain't shit, your ass ain't shit 
    Girl you ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit 
    
    [RZA] [Girl] 
    But fuck it, yo 
    let me get this fucking phone 
    Yeah, get the motherfucking phone 
    Quit motherfuckers in our fucking 
    business. End the fuck, or I'll pull 
    the motherfucking chord out of the 
    Man, fuck that motherfucking socket. 
    Yo God, this bitch is bugging I'm sick of this shit motherfucker 
    Get the fuck out, I'm throwing 
    all the shit on the motherfucking 
    terrace, right now. I'm sick of 
    I'm on the phone! this shit, you and you shit out the 
    I'm on the phone! motherfucking closet right now. My 
    Well fuck you! name's on the motherfucking (???) too 
    Bitch, get the fuck out my nigga, I don't give a fuck, fuck that 
    house man shit, you get the fuck out my lab, all 
    these motherfuckers sleeping in the 
    fucking living room. My seeds run into 
    these motherfuckers, these niggaz are 
    Yo, hey Hewey, hey Hewey in their dirty motherfucking socks and 
    Fuck you, yo God, my bitch... shit. Fucking dirty toilet seats and 
    This bitch is stupid man shit. My seeds gotta sit on this shit. 
    Get these motherfuckers out this 
    Give this fucking crab ass motherfucking lab now. Get the fuck 
    girl the gas yo out. Every lat one of y'all mother- 
    You's a hoe bitch! fuckers. Get the fuck out my lab. 
    Come on you's a hoe! 
    you'se a hoe Motherfucker don't make me pick up 
    you'se a hoe this bottle. Don't make me pick up 
    you'se a hoe this motherfucking bottle. 
    you'se a hoe 
    hoe! hoe! 
    hoe! hoe! bastard! bastard! 
    hoe! hoe! bastard! 
    fuck you! 
    hoe! you fucking bastard! 
    hoe! bastard! bastard! 
    fuck you 
    Yo, yo, dunn, yo, yo, God 
    bastard! bastard! bastard! 
    She's stupid dunn you're fucking dirty dick nigga 
    Yeah you're fucking stupid nigga 
    You're fucking stupid 
    You're fucking stupid 
    We'll be back son Now that's right, tell that 
    We'll be back motherfucker to call you back 
    'cause you ain't going to steal 
    this motherfucking phone
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