Domestic Violence, Pt. 2

[RZA] You ain't shhh

Ya momma ain't shhh

Your daddy ain't shit

Your pussy ain't shhh

Bitch, you ain't shhh

Your friends ain't shh

Your whip ain't shhh

Pocketbook ain't shhh

You talk that shhh

But girl you ain't shhh

Your momma ain't shhh, your daddy ain't shhh

You talkin' shit girl, your pussy ain't shit

Your friends ain't shit, you whip ain't shhh

You see these wizards out here, trynna floss like

I wear the pants dada,

I'm the boss papa

I'm a Survivor!

I play the course dada

They got the little toy vibrators on there speed, chacha

See I don't need a man, don't need to see a man

But it seems to me ho, you wanna be a man

You Tinkerbell and your girlfriend is

Peter Pan

Strap on the

KY Jelly, you wanna eat ya friend [Big Gipp]

I know the type, come down and take a little pipe

Then run up and call me cupcakes, say "I didn't fuck you right"

Shit, call me now, like that bitch on the tube with the tarot cards

Cuz, mushy gushy still goin for sale on the

Boulevard

Now I didn't

I see, didn't

I see you walk on the porno flicks

Givin' brain at the same, give no bumper hit

Get them bent accross seas, damn near done rapped the world

And you qualify, my book here's a nasty girl [Chorus: Big Gipp]

You ain't shit, yo mama ain't shit

Yo daddy ain't shit, yo pussy ain't shit, bitch

You ain't shit, your friends ain't shit

Your whip ain't shit, pocketbook ain't shit [Chorus: RZA]

You ain't shit, yo daddy ain't shit

Yo mama ain't shit, and yo pussy ain't shit, bitch

You ain't shit, your friends ain't shit

Your whip ain't shit, pocketbook ain't shit, bitch [Big Gipp]

Hey Bobby,

I know this loot gobbler, hard knobber

More peaches than cobbler, corner store soliciter

Drawers up her ass wipe, what you want and what you need, and what you get is two different things

Pulled over,

Pea Street, and put the bitch out in the rain

Lost your mind, ya 409, riding the short yellow bus

Gipp ain't never been touched, left insane, drunk off of [?] lush

Hush, shit-kicker licker, stronger than

Wild Turkey liquor

Tryin to entice her, movin to hit her, but

I'd rather forget her nigga [RZA]

Bodododo, plus her knees be purple,

Gipp, she like to gurgle gurgle

And goggle, goggle, slurpy slurp and she swallow swallow

I met this

Caramel Sundae, her name was

Betty Boo

She put her period blood in her spaghetti stew (fuck no! fuck no!)

I knew her mama, her papa, plus her naughty daughter

She filled her baby's ba-ba up with toilet water

And Sun Dew, the whole

Clan used to run threw

Her Power

U, then just bless her wit the hair doo

Bitch, I pack a horse dick, plus you know my chain is frosted

One fuck from the apple head and shorty lost it [Chorus: RZA]

Cuz you ain't shit, yo mama ain't shit

Yo daddy ain't shit, yo cousins ain't shit, bitch

You ain't shit, yo whip ain't shit

Pocketbook ain't shit and yo friends ain't shit, bitch [Chorus: Big Gipp]

You ain't shit, yo folks ain't shit

Yo lawyer ain't shit, yo bumper car ain't shit, bitch

You ain't shit, yo boyfriend ain't shit

Your last name ain't shit, your whole family ain't shit, bitch [Outro: RZA]

Fuckin' around, nigga from

Israel Bobby

Digital, Big

Gipp a/k/a

Mute Straight from the underground, we gone