Drips

Eminem

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Drips (Eminem) Obie Yo? (Obie Trice) I’m sick (Eminem) Damn you straight dogg? (Obie Trice) Bitches Getting sick (Eminem) 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 Me 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 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 (Eminem) 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 (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 (Eminem) 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 (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 New millenium shit Yeah Turn this shit off Turn this shit the fuck off

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