Domestic Violence lyrics

by

Inspectah Deck


[Intro: Tiffany]
You ain't sh*t, your daddy ain't sh*t
Your brother ain't sh*t, your money ain't sh*t
Your lab ain't sh*t, your rings ain't sh*t
Your gear ain't sh*t, your jewels ain't sh*t
Your kicks ain't sh*t, n*gga, your whips ain't sh*t
Bobby, you ain't sh*t, n*gga I'm the sh*t
You ain't sh*t, your daddy ain't sh*t
Your brother ain't sh*t, your money ain't sh*t
Your lab ain't sh*t, your rings ain't sh*t
Your gear ain't sh*t, your jewels ain't sh*t
Your kicks ain't sh*t, your whips ain't sh*t
Bobby, you ain't sh*t, n*gga I'm the sh*t
You ain't sh*t, your daddy ain't sh*t
Your brother ain't sh*t, your money ain't sh*t
Your lab ain't sh*t, Bobby you ain't sh*t
Your rings ain't sh*t, your gear ain't sh*t
Your jewels ain't sh*t, your kicks ain't sh*t
Your whips ain't sh*t, n*gga, I'm the sh*t
You ain't sh*t, your daddy ain't sh*t
Your brother ain't sh*t, your money ain't sh*t
Your lab ain't sh*t, your rings ain't sh*t
Your gear ain't sh*t, your jewels ain't sh*t
Your kicks ain't sh*t, your whips ain't sh*t
n*gga, I'm the sh*t...
[Verse 1: RZA (Jamie Sommers)]
What the f*ck y'all birds talking about?
Get the f*ck out my house
'Fore I grab you by your hair and slap di*k to your mouth
Bob Digi, yeah, you know who is he
Girl, I f*cking slave trade your ass like Kizzy Kinte
(But wait, f*ck you motherf*cker)
You wish you could f*ck
b*tch, all you can do is di*k suck
(Your ass can't f*ck, that's why your wife left your monkey ass)
f*ck that, you don't cook, you don't clean, or press my jeans
You don't scrub or wash clothes
Or buy food or make cream in this b*tch
You don't read to the seeds
All you do is watch TV and smoke weed
Get your nails done and feet, scrub the hair-weave
Sleep all day, eat, gain weight, can't breathe
Talking about you're going to leave?
Then b*tch leave! What the f*ck you're waiting for?
Hit the door, I ain't taking this sh*t no more!
Spending all my cream on Gucci, Fendis and Coach
Before you moved to my lab, b*tch, I ain't never seen a roach
Stains on my carpet, Bathroom smells like a fish market
Take all the space in my closet, where the f*ck's your logic?
Disrespecting my old earth, aborted my child birth
And every day I catch my credit card inside your purse
You can't speak a sentence without a curse
Talking 'bout you're going to be a nurse
b*tch, to be a nurse you got to go to school first!
When I first met you, you was a ho
I tried to reform you, bomb you, warn you and teach you
But couldn't reach you, and you're still a ho
Your father said you was a ho
And when you leave me, b*tch, you're gonna be a ho
Cellulite and gargoyle feet, I'd rather beat my meat
That raggy ass pus*y a starving dog wouldn't eat
Started with the body of a model
pus*y tight as a pharmaceutical bottle
And you could swallow a whole avocado
And two forty ounce bottles
To the end of the world, which to I would follow
Now, when I f*ck you, the sh*t echos cause you pus*y is so hollow
Turn your fat ass sideways
Your stretch marks look like the US highways
f*ck a new n*gga every Friday
Talking 'bout bust a nut, b*tch I'll bust yo guts!
(You come so quick, n*gga)
Wonder why I come so quick?
With that wide ass pus*y and soggy tits?
I'm trying to get the sh*t over with, and go to sleep!
But when I'm with my real freak on the weekend
Bet that baby we f*ck for two and a half hours to three
You'd better study the 1-14 knowledge culture degree
About M-G-T, and G-C-C
[Interlude]
Cause you ain't sh*t, and your mother ain't sh*t
And your sister ain't sh*t, and your pus*y ain't sh*t
That weave ain't sh*t, your ass ain't sh*t
Girl you ain't sh*t, your daddy ain't sh*t

[Outro: RZA (Jamie Sommers)]
But f*ck it, yo, let me get this f*cking phone
(Yeah, get the motherf*cking phone
Quit motherf*ckers in our f*cking
Business. End the f*ck, or I'll pull
The motherf*cking chord out of the
Man, f*ck that motherf*cking socket
Yo God, this b*tch is bugging I'm sick of this sh*t motherf*cker
Get the f*ck out, I'm throwing
All the sh*t on the motherf*cking
Terrace, right now. I'm sick of)
I'm on the phone! this sh*t, you and you sh*t out the
I'm on the phone! motherf*cking closet right now. My
Well f*ck you! name's on the motherf*cking [?] too
(b*tch, get the f*ck out my n*gga, I don't give a f*ck, f*ck that
House man sh*t, you get the f*ck out my lab, all
These motherf*ckers sleeping in the
f*cking living room. My seeds run into
These motherf*ckers, these n*ggas are)
Yo, hey Hewey, hey Hewey in their dirty motherf*cking socks and
f*ck you, yo God, my b*tch... sh*t. (f*cking dirty toilet seats and
This b*tch is stupid man sh*t. My seeds gotta sit on this sh*t
Get these motherf*ckers out this
Give this f*cking crab ass motherf*cking lab now.) Get the f*ck
Girl the gas yo out. (Every lat one of y'all mother-
You's a ho b*tch! f*ckers. Get the f*ck out my lab)
Come on you's a ho!
You'se a ho Motherf*cker don't make me pick up
You'se a ho this bottle. Don't make me pick up
You'se a ho this motherf*cking bottle
You'se a ho
Ho! ho!
Ho! ho! (bast*rd! bast*rd!)
Ho! ho! (bast*rd!)
f*ck you!
Ho! (You f*cking bast*rd!)
Ho! (bast*rd! bast*rd!)
f*ck you
Yo, yo, dunn, yo, yo, God
(bast*rd! bast*rd! bast*rd!
She's stupid dunn you're f*cking dirty di*k n*gga
Yeah you're f*cking stupid n*gga
You're f*cking stupid
You're f*cking stupid)
Call me back son (Now that's right, tell that motherf*cker to call you back)
Call me back
(Cause you ain't going to steal this motherf*cking phone)
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