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Interpret:
Eminem
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Prelude
Obie... Yo... Im sick / Damn... You straight dog?
Chorus
Thats why I aint got no time. For these games and stupid tricks/Or these bitches on my dick. Thats how dudes be getting sick/ Thats how dicks be getting drips. Falling victims to this shit/From these bitches on our dicks, fucking chickens with no ribs/Thats why I aint got no time...
Verse 1 (Obie Trice)
Yo, I woke up fucked up off the liquor I drunk. I had a bag of the skunk won in last nights Tunk/pussy residue was on my penis, Denise from the cleaners, fucked me good, you shoulda seen this/big booty bitch, switch unbearable, french roll stylin, body like a stallion/Sizin up the figure while my shits getting bigger, debatin on a fuck or do I want to be her nigga/Caressinthis bitch, plus Im checking out them tits, sippin on that fine shit I aint used to buyin/I gotta hit it from behind, its mandatory, like takin hoes money, but thats another story/For surely, the pussy on toast after we toast, her clothes fell like Bishop in Juice/The womb beater, clean pussy eater, insertin my jock in that spot hotter than the hottest block/ Dont Stop! The response I got when I was knockin it, clock steady tickin, kinky finger lickin/and can on, semens at my tip 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 foamin at the lips, the one between them hips, pubic hairs lookin like some sour cream dip/without the nacho, my dick hit the spot though, pussy tighter than conditions of us black folks/We 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 goin on here, this bitch evaporated, pussy and all, just picked up and vacated/Now Im frusturated cuz my dick was unprotected, and Doctor Wesley tellin me I really got that shit
Chorus
Verse 2 (Eminem)
Now I dont wanna hit no woman, but this chicks got it comin, someone better get this bitch, before she gets kicked in the stomach/and shes pregnant, buts shes eggin me on, beggin me to throw her off the steps of this porch/my only weapon is force and I dont wanna resort to any violence of any sort. But whats she shovin me for?/ Doesnt she love me no more? Wasnt she huggin me four minutes ago at the door?/Man, Im this close to goin toe-to-toe with this whore. What would you do if she was tellin you she wants a divorce?/Shes havin another baby in a month, and its yours, and you find out it isnt cus this bitch has been visitin someone else/and suckin his dick and kissin you on the lips when you get back, to Michigan, now the plot is thickenin worse/cus you feel like youve been stickin your fuckin dick in a hearse/so you paranoid at every little cold that you get, ever since they told you this shit, youve been holdin your dick/so you go to the clinic, sweatin every minute you in it, then the doctor comes out lookin like Dennis the Menace/and its obvious to everyone in the lobby its AIDS, he aint even gotta call you in his office to say it/so you jet back home, cus you gon get that hoe, when you see her, you gon bend her fuckin neck back, yo/cus you love her, you never would expect that blow, Obie told you the scoop, how could she stoop that low?/Jesus, I dont believe this, bitch works at the cleaners, bringin me home diseases, swingin from Obies penis/shes so deceivin, shit this hoes a genius,she gd us...
Chorus
Im Busy
Fuck these Bitches
Fuckem all, Get Money
Shady Records, Obie Trice
Eminem, muthafucka
New millenium shit... Yeah
Turn this shit off
Turn this shit the fuck off
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