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drips sample - reloadloony lyrics

obie, yo’, i’m sick, d-mn, you straight dog…

[chorus]

that’s why i ain’t got no time, for these games and stupid tricks, or these b-tches on my d-ck
that’s how dudes be getting sick, that’s how d-cks be getting drips, falling victims to this
sh-t, from these b-tches on our d-cks, f-cking chickens with no ribs, that’s why i ain’t got no
time…

[obie trice]
yo’, i woke up f-cked up off the liquor i drunk, i had a bag of the skunk won in last nights
tunk, p-ssy residue was on my p-n-s, denise from the cleaners, f-cked me good, you should of
seen this, big booty b-tch, switch unbearable, french roll stylin’, body like a stallion, sizin’
up the figure while my sh-t getting bigger, debatin’ on a f-ck or do i want to be her n-gga
caressin’ this b-tch, plus i’m checking out them t-t’s, sippin’ on that fine sh-t i ain’t used
to buyin’, i gotta hit it from behind, it’s mandatory, like takin’ hoe’s money, but that’s
another story, for surely, the p-ssy on toast after we toast, her clothes fell like bishop in
juice, the womb beater, clean p-ssy eater, insertin’ my jock in that spot hotter than the
hottest block, don’t stop, the response i got when i was knockin’ it, clock steady tickin’
kinky finger l!ckin’, and can on, s-m-n’s at my tip when she moans, i gotta slow down before i
c-m soon, and work that n-gga, like a slave owner, when i dropped off my outfit, she knew i
wanted to bone her, she foamin’ at the lips, the one between them hips, pubic hairs lookin’ like
some sour cream dip, without the nacho, my d-ck hit the spot though, p-ssy tighter than
conditions of us black folks, we in the final stretch, the last part of s-x, i bust a fat -ss
nut, then i woke up next, like what the f-ck is goin’ on here, this b-tch evaporated, p-ssy and
all, just picked up and vacated, now i’m frusturated cause my d-ck was unprotected, and doctor
wesley tellin’ me i really got that sh-t…

[chorus]

[eminem]
now i don’t wanna hit no woman, but this chick’s got it comin’, someone better get this b-tch
before she get’s kicked in the stomach, and she’s pregnant, but she’s eggin’ me on, beggin’ me
to throw her off the steps of this porch, my only weapon is force and i don’t wanna resort to
any violence of any sort, but what’s she shovin’ me for, doesn’t she love me no more, wasn’t she
huggin’ me four minutes ago at the door, man, i’m this close to goin’ toe-to-toe with this
wh0r-, what would you do if she was tellin’ you she wants a divorce, she’s havin’ another baby
in a month, and it’s yours, and you find out it isn’t cause this b-tch has been visitin’ someone
else, and suckin’ his d-ck and kissin’ you on the lips when you get back, to michigan, now the
plot is thickenin’ worse, cause you feel like you’ve been stickin’ your f-ckin’ d-ck in a
he-rs-, so you paranoid at every little cold that you get, ever since they told you this sh-t
you’ve been holdin’ your d-ck, so you go to the clinic, sweatin’ every minute you in it, then
the doctor comes out lookin’ like dennis the menace, and it’s obvious to everyone in the lobby
it’s aids, he ain’t even gotta call you in his office to say it, so you jet back home, cause you
gon’ get that hoe, when you see her, you gon’ bend her f-ckin’ neck back, yo’, cause you love
her, you never would expect that blow, obie told you the scoop, how could she stoop that low
jesus, i don’t believe this, b-tch works at the cleaners, bringin’ me home diseases, swingin’
from obie’s p-n-s, she’s so deceivin’, sh-t this hoe’s a g*nius, she g’d us…

[chorus]

i’m busy, yeah, f-ck these b-tches, f-ck ’em all, get money, shady records, obie trice, eminem
motherf-cker, new millenium sh-t, yeah, turn this sh-t off, turn this sh-t the f-ck off…

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