Nuttin’ but a b*tch Thang lyrics

[Skit: Jamie Madrox & Violent J]
Nowadays everybody wanna talk
But nothin' comes out
When they move their lips it's just a bunch of gibberish
And motherf*ckers act like Eminem ain't' gay
Everybody forgot
What happened?
What up, Dre?
Yeah
It's all about Dre, it’s all about Dre
Compton's in the house
Yeah, that's right, Compton is in the house!
Come here, pull down your panties, you little b*tch
Alright, hold up, dog
Yeah
Go easy on me and sh*t, you ripped my as*h*le last time
Come get some of this Compton di*k
Let me take off this white shirt so you can see my bird chest
Yeah, you wanna be famous?
Uh huh
Spread that b*tch ass
It's all about Dre
Yeah, Compton
Uh, dog, you’re hurting me, dog
Yeah, you’re the tightest Detroit rapper, you little b*tch
You’re ripping my as*h*le, dog
Yeah
Hold on a second, wait, don't bust
Come here
Wait, uh wait, uh, ah, dog
Take all of this Compton di*k
Hold on don't bust, do it on my lip like a milk ad
Compton’s in that ass, yeah
It's all about Dre, it's all about Dre, ahh, ahh
You wanna be famous, you little b*tch?
Man, man don't tell Kim, dog, please, it's all about Dre
Alright, now get the f*ck out of here
Aww sh*t
[Intro: Violent J]
b*tch boy motherf*cker (b*tch ass)
You might have them eleven-year-old groupies believin' your sh*t
But you ain't fooling nobody, b*tch (Little radio b*tch)
You a motherf*ckin' b*tch (Just suck my di*k)
You ain't never shot at us with no paint balls (Lyin'-ass b*tch)
Matter of fact you can come get these painted balls, motherf*cker
Come get these Juggalo painted balls, b*tch
You ain't never chased us out of no club, b*tch (Weak-ass b*tch)
The only club you ever chased anybody out of was a gay bar, b*tch

[Verse 1: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope]
Straight out of Warren, b*tch, you a joke
Sucking so much di*k your f*cking lips smoke
With your silly-ass pretty boy rap
Mean muggin' and thuggin' sittin' on Dre's lap
Pull a gat on my thug, no bullets or nothin'
You shaking, stumbling, nervous, fumbling
Scared to death, screamin' for help (Help!)
So damn shook you almost shot yourself
Little radio thug with your preppy smile
Got everybody hoppin' out on 35 Mile
Tellin' us we fake, little faggot, bet
I'ma knock your teeth out the back of your neck
You might have little girls cryin' and sh*t
But the Detroit thugs ain't buyin' your sh*t (Nope)
Run your ass back to Dr Dre and open your butt
Little groupie-ass boy, get f*cked
[Chorus: Violent J]
Dumb-ass, ho-ass, [?]-ass, [?]-ass
Weak-ass, [?]-ass, b*tch
Eminem ain't nuttin' but a b*tch (b*tch!)
Eminem ain't nuttin' but a b*tch (b*tch!)
Weak-ass, fake-ass, mark-ass, punk-ass
b*tch-ass, prep-ass, b*tch!
Eminem ain't nuttin' but a b*tch (b*tch!)
Sissy-ass radio b*tch (b*tch!)

[Verse 2: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope]
Wait a minute, don't run, what's up with that? ([?])
I'm just trying to give you this three hundred bucks back
That you gave to Twiztid so you could open up they show
You little pus*y-ass ho
Look at us, dog, who put us on the map?
Three plat, two gold, and we still like that
We did it alone without a D.R.E (What)
But he owns you and does your butt like a pus*y
Husband, tell me where she at
Everybody be f*ckin' that b*tch, you don't see that?
I know three people she f*cked on you
Up at Hot Rock's, she be f*ckin' b*tches, too
You told the world you're gonna kill the sl*t (Yup)
Then you on TV lickin' her butt (Ew)
Be careful, you're probably gonna taste my nut
'Cause even I be f*ckin' that b*tch raw, like what
[Chorus: Violent J]
Dumb-ass, ho-ass, [?]-ass, [?]-ass
Weak-ass, [?]-ass, b*tch
Eminem ain't nuttin' but a b*tch (b*tch!)
Eminem ain't nuttin' but a b*tch (b*tch!)
Weak-ass, fake-ass, mark-ass, punk-ass
b*tch-ass, prep-ass, b*tch!
Eminem ain't nuttin' but a b*tch (b*tch!)
Preppy-ass teenybop b*tch (b*tch!)

[Verse 3: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope]
I remember yo ass, St. Andrews Hall
Handin' out your flyers, "Come one come all
Come to my show!" I looked at it, what?
Right there: "Insane Clown Posse might show up"
What the f*ck kind of rapper could be that lame?
Only way you draw people is to use our name (sh*t)
I could have just f*cked you up right there
But I let it pass, (Why?) I felt bad for your b*tch ass
Every time I met you, you're suckin' di*k
Now you're on the pop charts suckin' di*k
You'll be suckin' di*k for eternity
Look at your mouth, it look like a pus*y
I know that "Slim Anus" got to you
Yeah, only because it was so damn true
When I think of your daughter, it makes me sad
She got a whore for a mama and a b*tch-ass dad

[Chorus: Violent J]
Dumb-ass, ho-ass, [?]-ass, [?]-ass
Weak-ass, [?]-ass, b*tch
Eminem ain't nuttin' but a b*tch (b*tch!)
Eminem ain't nuttin' but a b*tch (b*tch!)
Weak-ass, fake-ass, mark-ass, punk-ass
b*tch-ass, prep-ass, b*tch!
Eminem ain't nuttin' but a b*tch (b*tch!)
Top 40 pus*y rap b*tch (b*tch!)
b*tch, (b*tch) b*tch (b*tch)
b*tch, (b*tch) b*tch (b*tch)
Eminem ain't nuttin' but a b*tch (b*tch!)
Eminem ain't nuttin' but a b*tch (b*tch!)
b*tch, (b*tch) b*tch (b*tch)
b*tch, (b*tch) b*tch (b*tch)
Eminem ain't nuttin' but a b*tch (b*tch!)
Mainstream pretty boy biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch (b*tch!)

[Outro: Violent J]
Sucker-ass motherf*cker, Hitler-ass haircut, I choke, no