Eminem Drips Lyrics
sponsored linksObie, yo
Damn, you straight dog?
That's why I ain't got no time
For these games and stupid tricks
All these *****es on my ****
That's how dudes be gettin' sick
That's how dicks be gettin' drips
Fallin' victims to this ****
From these *****es on our dicks
****in' chickens with no ribs
That's why I ain't got no time
Yo, I woke up, ****ed up off the liquor I drunk
I had a bag of the skunk, one and last night's tunk
***** residue was on my penis
Denise from the cleaners
****ed me good, you should of seen us
Big booty *****, switch unbearable,
French role stylin', body like a Stallion
Sizin' up the figure, while my **** gettin' bigga
Debatin' on to ****, or do I wanna be a *****
Caressin' this *****, plus I'm checkin' out them ****
Sippin' on that fine ****
I ain't use to buyin'
I gotta hit it from behind, it's mandatory
Like takin' ho's money, but that's anutha story
For surely ya ***** on toast, after we toast
her clothes fell like Bishop and Juice
The womb beata', clean ***** eata, insertin' my jock
In that spot hotta' than the hottest block, don't stop!
Response I got when I was knockin' it
Clocks steadin' tickin', kinky finga lickin'
Then carryin on, semin's at my tip when she moans
I gotta slow down before I cum soon
And work that *****, like a slave owna'
When I dropped off my outfit, she knew I wanted to bone her
She foamin' at them lips, the ones between the hips
Pubic hair's lookin' like some sour cream dip
Without the nacho, my **** hit the spot though
***** tighta' than conditions of us black folks
we in the final stretch, the last part of sex
I bust a fat *** nut, then I woke up next
Like, what the **** is goin' on here?
This ***** evaporated, ***** and all just picked up and vacated
And now I'm frustrated cause my **** was unprotected
And doctor Wesley tellin' me I really got that ****
Now I don't wanna hit no women when this chick's got it comin'
Someone betta' get this ***** 'fore she gets kicked in the stomach
And she's pregnant, but she's eggin' me on, beggin' me to throw 'er
Off the steps on this porch, my only weapon is force
And I don't wanna resort to 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 whore
What would you do if she was tellin' you she wants a divorce
She's havin' another baby of the month and it's yours
And you found it isn't 'cause this ***** has been visitin'
Someone else and suckin' his **** and kissin' you on the lips
When you get back to Michigan
Now the plot has thickend 'n worse
'Cause you feel like you've been stickin' your ****in' **** in a hearse
So your paranoid at every little cold that you get
Ever since they sold you this ****, you've been holdin' your ****
So you go to the clinic, sweatin' every minute you in it
Then the doctor comes out lookin' like Dennis the Menace ha ha ha ha
And it's obvious to everyone in the lobby, it's AIDS
He ain't even gotta call in you his office to say it
So you jet back home, 'cause you gon' get that ho
And when you see 'er, you're gonna bend 'er ****in' neck back yo
'Cause you love 'er, you neva' would've expect that blow
Obie told you to scoop, how could she stoop that low?
Jesus, I don't believe this ***** works at the cleanas
Bringin' me home diseases swingin' from Obie's penis
She's so deceivin', **** this ho's a genius
She gee'd us
Yeah, **** these *****es
**** 'em all"
New millennium ****
Turn this **** off
Turn this **** the **** off
Written by: Jeff Bass, Marshall B Iii Mathers, Denaun M Porter, Obie Trice
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group