D-12 - B*tch

(girls!)
Ooooh

Intro Eminem
Cause girls all...giggling and s**t(c'mon b*tch)
but they get mad when their favorite song don't come on in the club
catch an attitude and s**t(c'mon b*tch, c'mon b*tch)
...so we got one for em...it goes like this

Verse - Eminem
We wrote a song for the hoes,
you like to hear it? Here it goes.
A little somethin you prolly won't hear on your radios
but when it comes on in the club it's one that everyone knows
and if I'm talkin too fast, it just means you're listenin to slow
and if you listen a little faster, maybe you'll catch up, b*tch
cause if you don't d-d-don't you just made me mess up, b*tch
b-brba-brbra it don't matter I'm just babblin,
like you'd understand what I'm sayin,
anyway I'm just jabberin in one ear and I'm out the other
you're so fkin drunk
all you hear is the beat b-b-b-beat, I could be sayin anything
so just get your as* on the floor
wear those same pants that you wore from the day before
baby go on shake that as* like a wh*re

Chorus - Eminem and Kon Artis
Yeah I'm talkin to you(b*tch)
Get up and dance(b*tch)
Wiggle that ass(b*tch)
Yeah that's it, b*tch
Yeah I called you a b*tch(b*tch)
Whatchu gon do bout it(b*tch)
Sit there and cry like a little(b*tch, b*tch)
Get up and dance(b*tch)
Wiggle that ass(b*tch)
You little trash(b*tch)
Yeah that's it
Yeah I called you a trash(b*tch)
Not trailer trash(SWITCH)
Take the person you're with and exchange partners(b*tch)

Verse - Swifty McVay
Tell a nigg* there ain't no hangin,
and fk callin home
and see you look at me before you answer the phone
when I flee, you as* can get naked and be as free and you want to be freak
but I'm takin the key with me
you ain't gonna get s**t, so don't even ask
disrespect my wishes(b*tch)
I'll beat cho ass
Watch me comin home eatin half of your doggy bag
and I'll leavin laughin, while you callin me on a rag
I'm the type that might cut off the lights when I hit
and before she cut em on, Kuniva already (SWITCH)
your as* ain't even ridin with Swift, unless you hoe'n
when I'm done, I'll throw you out and ask you where you goin.

Bizarre
Hoe ain't the only thing you call a girl
sl*t, tramp("Oh, how you doin Sheryl?")
Ever since I was 8, I've been startin to hate
I said fk the hoes and started eatin cheese cake
scrambled eggs and steaks, strawberries and grapes
d*mn that sound great....hold on, wait!(Bizzy!)
Okay...back to the girls
wash the dishes after that, give me stitches
I'll fk a half-indian chick, suck my d*ck
this time tommorrow: I won't remember s**t
Have respect for a player, I got on Snoop Gators
and ain't Annihilators, b*tch

Chorus

Verse Kon Artis/Kuniva (b*tch)
Kon Artis: "Ey baby what's up withchu?"
Kuniva: "Ey yo your man here witchu? Nah you single I can tell"
Kon Artis: "Nah you came with THEM hoes didn't you?"
Kuniva: "No, you mean friends. Girl excuse him it's the liquor"
Kon Artis: Ey yo lets get this party crackin, these girls aint gappin, b*tch
Kuniva: Aw nah you know he didnt mean that..
(Cmon you seen that)
Kon Artis: She all whinin and s**t, get this b*tch a Kleenex
(What did he say!?)
Kuniva: Nothing he said you seem stressed
Kon Artis: Nah you got some big breasts
(Huh?)
Kuniva: AND you're wearing a nice dress
(Cause I was gonna to say)
Kon Artis: You werent gonna to say s**t
(Excuse me??)
Kuniva: He said Michael Jackson just got another face lift!
(Oooooooh)
Kon Artis: dumb ho..
(nigg*!)
Kuniva: Nooooo, gumbo! He wanna cook it for you tonight
Kon Artis: b*tch what up doh? fck for a buck, do somethin strange for changeKunvia: shhshut up nigg*!, make me holla for a dollar, just hop in the Range
(fk BOTH of yall )
Kuniva: See I was TRYIN to be polite, stank as* trick
Kon Artis: Ohp, someones jackin off tonight!

Proof
I call you a b*tch, but dont trip
I say the same to my momma
I got Christina, Brittney with me, s**t we bangin Madonna
Watch you strip you onto you b*tch you got change for a dollar
Loan your tongue and give me your mouth you came with a condom?
Quit countin them bottles and just sw*llow n breathe
sw*llow n breathe, now sw*llow these E's
I know you Lokelani mamis all get down on ya knees
You want some money honey, d*mn you must be out of your league
Hit the dirty fk her barely, you aint gotta go heat
Plus you wanna be a model you need a lot of more sleep
Im a pimp b*tch, dont be shy show me them big t*ts
Your lip stick I wanna smear it onto my limp d*ck
For instance bustin nuts is only my interest
So princess, dont get your feelings hurt cause men just
Party and bulls**t till she dive and sw*llow the d*ck
Im takin this train and bang dont bother coughin b*tch

Chorus

Outro Kon Artis (Eminem)
Yeah...(Haahahah)
You heard me b*tch
Did I st-st-st-stutter?? STUPID!
You aint listenin to the words of this song anyway
All you do is listen to beats with your dumb ass
Dancin tryna get a nigg* money up in the club, heh..
With your stupid minooped self
We just talked about YOU, dodo
No, YOU, you dumb b*tch, YOU
The one that want a drink, but dont wanna pay for it
Spendin all the money you make all week on a new dress
That I spilled a drink on actin like Im drunk when Im not
Im just tryna fcK, Im just tryna fcK, b*tch

(D-Twizzyyeah.b*tchb*tchb*tch)

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