Nuttin’ But a b*tch Thang lyrics

by

Zug Izland


[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
Be muggin and thuggin sittin on Dre's lap
Pull a gat on my thug, no bullets or nothing
You shaking, stumbling
Nervous, fumbling
Scared to death, screamin for help
So damn shook you almost shot yourself
Little radio thug with your preppy smile
Got everybody hoppin outta 35 miles
Tellin us we fake Little faggot, What?
I'mma knock your teeth out the back of your neck
You might have little girls cryin and sh*t
But the detroit thugs ain't buying your sh*t
Run your ass back to Dr Dre and open your butt
Little groupie ass boy get f*cked

[Hook]
Dumbass (Dumbass)
b*tchass (b*tchass)
Weakass (Weakass)
BEEEAAAAAATCH!
Eminem ain't nothing but a b*tch (b*tch)
Eminem ain't nothing but a b*tch (b*tch)
Weakass (Markass)
Punkass (Punkass)
b*tchass (b*tchass)
BEEEAAAAAATCH!
Eminem ain't nothing 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 300 bucks back
That you gave to Twiztid so you could open up their show
You little pus*y ass ho!
Look at us dog who put us on the map?
3 plat, 2 gold, and we still like that
We did it alone without a D.R.E
But he owns and knows your butt like a pus*y
Husband!, tell me where she at
Everybody be f*cking that b*tch you don't see that?
I know 3 people she f*cked on you
Up at Hotrocks, she be f*cking b*tches too!
You told the world you gonna kill the sl*t
Then you on TV licking her butt
Be careful your probly gonna taste my nut
Cause even I be f*cking that b*tch raw... like WHAT!

[Hook]
Dumbass (Dumbass)
b*tchass (b*tchass)
Weakass (Weakass)
BEEEAAAAAATCH!
Eminem ain't nothing but a b*tch (b*tch)
Eminem ain't nothing but a b*tch (b*tch)
Weakass (Markass)
Punkass (Punkass)
b*tchass (b*tchass)
BEEEAAAAAATCH!
Eminem ain't nothing but a b*tch (b*tch)
Sissy ass radio b*tch (b*tch)
[Verse 3: Violent J, Monoxide & Shaggy 2 Dope]
I remember your ass, St. Andrews Hall
Handing 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?
I could have just f*cked you up right there
But I let it pass,I felt bad for ya b*tch ass!
Everytime I met you your SUCKIN di*k
Now your 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
I think of your daughter, it makes me sad
She got a whore for a mama... and a b*tch ass DAD!

[Hook]
b*tch (b*tch!)
b*tch (b*tch!)
b*tch (b*tch!)
b*tch (b*tch!)
Eminem ain't nothing but a b*tch (b*tch!)
Mainstream pretty boy beeeeeeeeaaaaatch (b*tch!)
[Outro]
Sucka ass mother f*cka
Hitler ass haircut
b*tchass mother f*cking
Boyband ass Top 40 Casey Casem
Carson Daly di*k suckin mutha f*cka
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