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lirik lagu domestic violence – rza


[girl]
you ain’t sh*t, your daddy ain’t sh*t
your brother ain’t sh*t, your money ain’t sh*t
your lab ain’t sh*t, your rings ain’t sh*t
your gear ain’t sh*t, your jewels ain’t sh*t
your kicks ain’t sh*t, n*gg*, your whips ain’t sh*t
bobby, you ain’t sh*t, n*gg* i’m the sh*t
you ain’t sh*t, your daddy ain’t sh*t
your brother ain’t sh*t, your money ain’t sh*t
your lab ain’t sh*t, your rings ain’t sh*t
your gear ain’t sh*t, your jewels ain’t sh*t
your kicks ain’t sh*t, your whips ain’t sh*t
bobby, you ain’t sh*t, n*gg* i’m the sh*t
you ain’t sh*t, your daddy ain’t sh*t
your brother ain’t sh*t, your money ain’t sh*t
your lab ain’t sh*t, bobby you ain’t sh*t
your rings ain’t sh*t, your gear ain’t sh*t
your jewels ain’t sh*t, your kicks ain’t sh*t
your whips ain’t sh*t, n*gg*, i’m the sh*t
you ain’t sh*t, your daddy ain’t sh*t
your brother ain’t sh*t, your money ain’t sh*t
your lab ain’t sh*t, your rings ain’t sh*t
your gear ain’t sh*t, your jewels ain’t sh*t
your kicks ain’t sh*t, your whips ain’t sh*t
n*gg*, i’m the sh*t…

[rza (girl)]
what the f*ck y’all birds talking about?
get the f*ck out my house
‘fore i grab you by your hair and slap d*ck to your mouth
bob digi, yeah you know who is he
girl, i f*cking slave trade your *ss like kizzy kinte
(but wait, f*ck you motherf*cker)
you wish you could f*ck
b*tch, all you can do is d*ck suck
(your *ss can’t f*ck, that’s why your wife left your monkey *ss)
f*ck 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 [?], b*tch
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 b*tch leave! what the f*ck you’re waiting for?
hit the door, i ain’t taking this sh*t no more!
spending all my cream on gucci, phillies and coach
before you moved to my lab, b*tch, i ain’t never seen a roach
stains on my carpet, bathroom’s more like a fish market
take all the sp*ce in my closet, where the f*ck’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
b*tch, 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, b*tch you’re gonna be a hoe
celluloid and gargoyle feet, i’d rather beat my meat
that raggy *ss p*ssy a starving dog wouldn’t eat
started with the body of a model
p*ssy 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 f*ck you, the sh*t echos ’cause you p*ssy is so hollow
turn your fat *ss sideways
your stressmarks are like the us highways
f*ck a new n*gg* every friday
talking ’bout bust a nut, b*tch i’ll bust yo guts!
(you come so quick n*gg*)
wonder why i come so quick?
with that wide *ss p*ssy and soggy t*ts?
i’m trying to get the sh*t over with, and go to sleep!
but when i’m with my real freak on the weekend
bet that baby we f*ck 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 sh*t, and your mother ain’t sh*t
and your sister ain’t sh*t, and your p*ssy ain’t sh*t
that weave ain’t sh*t, your *ss ain’t sh*t
girl you ain’t sh*t, your daddy ain’t sh*t

[rza (girl)]
but f*ck it, yo
let me get this f*cking phone
(yeah, get the motherf*cking phone)
(quit motherf*ckers in our f*cking)
(business. end the f*ck, or i’ll pull)
(the motherf*cking chord out of the)
man, f*ck that motherf*cking socket.
yo god, this b*tch is bugging (i’m sick of this sh*t motherf*cker)
(get the f*ck out, i’m throwing)
(all the sh*t on the motherf*cking)
(terrace, right now. i’m sick of)
i’m on the phone! (this sh*t, you and you sh*t out the)
i’m on the phone! (motherf*cking closet right now. my)
well f*ck you! (name’s on the motherf*cking [?] too)
b*tch, get the f*ck out my (n*gg*, i don’t give a f*ck, f*ck that)
house man (sh*t, you get the f*ck out my lab, all)
(these motherf*ckers sleeping in the)
(f*cking living room. my seeds run into)
(these motherf*ckers, these n*gg*z are)
yo, hey hewey, hey hewey (in their dirty motherf*cking socks and)
f*ck you, yo god, my b*tch… (sh*t. f*cking dirty toilet seats and)
this b*tch is stupid man (sh*t. my seeds gotta sit on this sh*t.)
(get these motherf*ckers out this)
give this f*cking crab *ss (motherf*cking lab now. get the f*ck)
girl the gas yo (out. every lat one of y’all mother-)
you’s a hoe b*tch! (f*ckers. get the f*ck out my lab.)
come on you’s a hoe!
you’se a hoe (motherf*cker don’t make me pick up)
you’se a hoe (this bottle. don’t make me pick up)
you’se a hoe (this motherf*cking bottle.)
you’se a hoe
hoe! hoe!
hoe! hoe! (b*st*rd! b*st*rd!)
hoe! hoe! (b*st*rd!)
f*ck you!
hoe! (you f*cking b*st*rd!)
hoe! (b*st*rd! b*st*rd!)
f*ck you
yo, yo, dunn, yo, yo, god
(b*st*rd! b*st*rd! b*st*rd!)
she’s stupid dunn (you’re f*cking dirty d*ck n*gg*)
(yeah you’re f*cking stupid n*gg*)
(you’re f*cking stupid)
(you’re f*cking stupid)
we’ll be back son (now that’s right, tell that)
we’ll be back (motherf*cker to call you back)
(’cause you ain’t going to steal)
(this motherf*cking phone)


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