[Spoken Intro]
Obie, yo
I'm sick
Damn, you straight dog?
[Chorus]
That's why I ain't got no time
For these games and stupid tricks
All 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 1]
Yo, I woke up, f*cked up off the liquor I drunk
I had a bag of the skunk, one and last night's tunk
pus*y residue was on my p*nis
Denise from the cleaners
f*cked me good, you should of seen us
Big booty b*tch, switch unbearable
French role stylin', body like a Stallion
Sizin' up the figure, while my sh*t gettin' bigga
Debatin' on to f*ck, or do I wanna be a n*gga
Caressin' this b*tch, plus I'm checkin' out them tits
Sippin' on that fine sh*t
I ain't use to buyin'
I gotta hit it from behind, it's mandatory
Like takin' ho's money, but that's anutha story
For surely ya pus*y on toast, after we toast
Her clothes fell like Bishop and Juice
The womb beata', clean pus*y eata, insertin' my jock
In that spot hotta' than the hottest block, don't stop!
Response I got when I was knockin' it
Clocks steadin' tickin', kinky finga lickin'
Then carryin on, semin's at my tip when she moans
I gotta slow down before I c*m soon
And work that n*gga, like a slave owna'
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 tighta' than conditions of us black folks
We in the final stretch, the last part of sex
I bust a fat ass nut, then I woke up next
Like, what the f*ck is goin' on here?
This b*tch evaporated, pus*y and all just picked up and vacated
And now I'm frustrated cause my di*k was unprotected
And doctor Wesley tellin' me I really got that sh*t
f*ck
[Chorus]
That's why I ain't got no time
For these games and stupid tricks
All 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]
Now I don't wanna hit no women when this chick's got it comin'
Someone betta' 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 'er
Off the steps on this porch, my only weapon is force
And I don't wanna resort to violence of any sort
But what's she shovin' me for?
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 of the month and it's yours
And you found 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 has thickend 'n worse
'Cause you feel like you've been stickin' your f*ckin' di*k in a hearse
So your 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
And it's obvious to everyone in the lobby, it's AIDS
He ain't even gotta call in you his office to say it
So you jet back home, 'cause you gon' get that ho
And when you see 'er, you're gonna bend 'er f*ckin' neck back yo
'Cause you love 'er, you neva' would've expect that blow
Obie told you to scoop, how could she stoop that low?
Jesus, I don't believe this b*tch works at the cleanas
Bringin' me home diseases swingin' from Obie's p*nis
She's so deceivin', sh*t this ho's a genius
She gee'd us
[Chorus]
That's why I ain't got no time
For these games and stupid tricks
All 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
[Spoken Outro]
"I'm busy!"
Yeah, f*ck these b*tches
f*ck 'em all"
Get money
Ha!
Shady Records
Woo!
Obie Trice
Eminem motherf*cker
New millennium sh*t
Yeah
Turn this sh*t off
Turn this sh*t the f*ck off