Dirty b*tch lyrics

by

Geto Boys


[Foul mouthed girl yelling at Bill on the phone]

[Bushwick Bill]
You can't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear
Gotta start with the right material, to generate a useful idea
In other words, you can't turn a ho into a housewife
Try it, the b*tch'll make you sock her in her mouth twice
It started out beautiful, but you was playin possum
To me, you was just a f*ck, but our relationship blossomed
Got attached to
Your kids, I loved 'em like my own
I loved 'em like my own
Referred to your daughter as my daughter, your son as my son
Called you my
Wife, even if it was common law
Never saw a better creature in my life
How could the one who stole my heart
Make me reach for my knife
(Why you reachin for your knife?) Cause I'mma stab that b*tch
(What if they
Take your freedom Bill?) They can have that sh*t
Now she wanna be friends -
Ain't that a b*tch?
f*ck you b*tch, I hate you b*tch!
I wouldn't care if you burned in a fire
Crashed in a plane or got hit by a motherf*ckin train
You make my life a livin hell, the sun's out but it's dark
You're the devil
All you need is a pitchfork
I'm too short to take shorts
I'm havin seconds thoughts, the ride's too scary, I gotta get off
I wish I
Never met you ho
I wanna hang you from a f*ckin cliff and let go, you dirty b*tch

[Hook 2X: Bushwick Bill]
Why you wanna bring me down
Why you wanna bring me down, you dirty b*tch

[Bushwick Bill]
I once believed that I could save you, emotion was squandered
Now go back to that f*ckin rock you crawled from under
I did more fo' yo' kids, than they sorry-ass biological father ever had
That's why they called me dad
Your own momma used to tell me not to f*ck wit'cha ass
I messed around and got you pregnant, now I'm stuck wit'cha ass
I gave you everything I had, didn't have to be forced
Why the f*ck you wanna take a n*gga to court? You dirty b*tch
Tell me this, who paid the medical expense
When your kids was sick, suck di*k you f*ckin whore
Burned my car and my clothes, like you were Angela Bassett
I left town, you moved out, all you left was the mattress
Now I'm hearin that you had another man all the while
When I see you I'mma
Beat your ass, so go 'head and file
I can tell by your tone you think it's funny b*tch
Where the f*ck is my money b*tch? You ain't runnin sh*t
I'll hook you up like your kidneys failed
You think I give a f*ck about sittin in jail?
You think I don't know the
Ghetto streets are bumpy?
And you're the reason why them n*ggas tried to jump me?
At first I was cool with the split
But you keep, callin my new b*tch, bein
Messy and sh*t
You can't stand to see me happy, with or without you
Had to rain on my parade, it was all a charade
You triflin sl*t, ain't worth a cigarette butt
I shoulda left you where I found you, waitin on a bus
Wanna drag you to a field and chop you up to the bone
You ain't worth the f*ckin ground I walk on, you dirty b*tch
[Hook] - 2X

[Girl on the phone mouths off 'til Bushwick breaks in]

[Bushwick Bill]
Yeah, take this b*tch, uh-huh, yeah motherf*cker yeah
Yeah, yeah you f*ckin, yeah b*tch!
Yeah you f*ckin..
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