Drips lyrics

[Intro: Eminem & Obie Trice]
Obie, yo
I'm sick
Damn, you straight, dog?

[Chorus: Eminem & Obie Trice]
That's why I ain't got no time (I think I got chlamydia)
For these games and stupid tricks
Or these b*tches (b*tch!) on my di*k
That's how dudes be gettin' sick (That b*tch!)
That's how di*ks be gettin' drips
Fallin' victims to this sh*t
From these b*tches on our di*ks
f*ckin' chickens with no ribs
That's why I ain't got no time

[Verse 1: Obie Trice]
Yo, I woke up, f*cked up off the liquor I drunk (Damn!)
I had a bag of the skunk, won in last night's tunk
pus*y residue was on my p*nis, Denise from the cleaner's
f*cked me good, you shoulda seen this
Big booty b*tch, switch unbearable (sh*t!)
French roll stylin', body like a stallion
Sizin' up the figure, while my sh*t gettin' bigger
Debatin' on a f*ck or do I wanna be her n*gga?
Caressin' this b*tch, plus I'm checkin' out them tits (Damn!)
Sippin' on that fine sh*t, I ain't used to buyin'
I gotta hit it from behind, it's mandatory
Like takin' hoes' money, but that's another story
For surely pus*y on toast, after we toast
Her clothes fell like Bishop in Juice (C'mere)
The womb beater, clean pus*y eater, insertin' my jock
In that spot hotter than the hottest block
"Don't stop!"—response I got when I was knockin' it
Clock's steady tickin', kinky finger-lickin'
And can on, semen's at my tip when she moans
I gotta slow down before I c*m soon
And work that n*gga like a slave owner (Yeah)
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 di*k hit the spot though
pus*y tighter than conditions of us black folks
We in the final stretch (C'mere), the last part of sex
I bust a fat-ass nut, then I woke up next (Holy)
Like, what the f*ck is goin' on here? (sh*t!) This b*tch evaporated
pus*y and all just picked up and vacated
And now I'm frustrated, 'cause my di*k was unprotected (Damn!)
And doctor Wesley tellin' me I really got that sh*t (f*ck!)
[Chorus: Eminem]
That's why I ain't got no time
For these games and stupid tricks
Or these b*tches on my di*k
That's how dudes be gettin' sick
That's how di*ks be gettin' drips
Fallin' victims to this sh*t
From these b*tches on our di*ks
f*ckin' chickens with no ribs
That's why I ain't got no time

[Verse 2: Eminem]
Now I don't wanna hit no woman, but this chick's got it comin'
Someone better get this b*tch 'fore she gets kicked in the stomach
And she's pregnant, but she's eggin' me on, beggin' me to throw her
Off the steps of this porch, my only weapon is force
And I don't wanna resort to violence of any sort
Though what's she shovin' me for? (b*tch!) 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 in a month, and it's yours
And you found out it isn't, 'cause this b*tch has been visitin' someone else
And suckin' his di*k and kissin' you on the lips when you get back to Michigan
Now the plot is thickenin' worse
‘Cause you feel like you've been stickin' your f*ckin' di*k in a hearse
So you're paranoid at every little cold that you get
Ever since they sold you this sh*t, you've been holdin' your di*k
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-ha)
And it's obvious to everyone in the lobby it's AIDS (Sorry)
He ain't even gotta call you in his office to say it (Sorry)
So you jet back home, 'cause you gon' get that ho
When you see her, you gon' bend her f*ckin' neck back, yo
'Cause you love her, you never would expect that blow
Obie told you the scoop, how could she stoop that low?
Jesus, I don't believe this b*tch works at the cleaner's
Bringin' me home diseases, swingin' from Obie's p*nis
She's so deceivin', sh*t, this ho's a genius, she G'd us
[Chorus: Eminem]
That's why I ain't got no time
For these games and stupid tricks
Or these b*tches on my di*k
That's how dudes be gettin' sick
That's how di*ks be gettin' drips
Fallin' victims to this sh*t
From these b*tches on our di*ks
f*ckin' chickens with no ribs
That's why I ain't got no time

[Outro: Eminem & Obie Trice]
I'm busy, yeah, f*ck these b*tches!
f*ck 'em all!
Get money, Shady Records
Ha, whoa!
Obie Trice! Eminem, motherf*cker!
New millennium sh*t, yeah
Turn this sh*t off, man
Turn this sh*t the f*ck—