Rza - Domestic Violence Pt2 lyrics

[RZA] You ain't shhh Ya momma ain't shhh Your daddy ain't sh** Your p**y ain't shhh b**h, you ain't shhh Your friends ain't shh Your whip ain't shhh Pocketbook ain't shhh You talk that shhh But girl you ain't shhh Your momma ain't shhh, your daddy ain't shhh You talkin' sh** girl, your p**y ain't sh** Your friends ain't sh**, you whip ain't shhh You see these wizards out here, trynna floss like I wear the pants dada, I'm the boss papa I'm a Survivor! I play the course dada They got the little toy vibrators on there speed, chacha See I don't need a man, don't need to see a man But it seems to me ho, you want to be a man You Tinkerbell and your girlfriend is Peter Pan Strap on the KY Jelly, you want to eat ya friend [Big Gipp] I know the type, come down and take a little pipe Then run up and call me cupcakes, say "I didn't f** you right" sh**, call me now, like that b**h on the tube with the tarot cards 'cause, mushy gushy still goin for sale on the Boulevard Now I didn't I see, didn't I see you walk on the p**no flicks Givin' brain at the same, give no bumper hit Get them bent across seas, damn near done rapped the world And you qualify, my book here's a nasty girl [Chorus: Big Gipp] You ain't sh**, yo mama ain't sh** Yo daddy ain't sh**, yo p**y ain't sh**, b**h You ain't sh**, your friends ain't sh** Your whip ain't sh**, pocketbook ain't sh** [Chorus: RZA] You ain't sh**, yo daddy ain't sh** Yo mama ain't sh**, and yo p**y ain't sh**, b**h You ain't sh**, your friends ain't sh** Your whip ain't sh**, pocketbook ain't sh**, b**h [Big Gipp] Hey Bobby, I know this loot gobbler, hard knobber More peaches than cobbler, corner store soliciter Drawers up her a** wipe, what you want and what you need, and what you get is two different things Pulled over, Pea Street, and put the b**h out in the rain Lost your mind, ya 409, riding the short yellow bus Gipp ain't never been touched, left insane, drunk off of (?) lush Hush, sh**-kicker licker, stronger than Wild Turkey liquor Tryin to entice her, movin to hit her, but I'd rather forget her n***a [RZA] Bodododo, plus her knees be purple, Gipp, she like to gurgle gurgle And goggle, goggle, slurpy slurp and she swallow swallow I met this Caramel Sundae, her name was Betty Boo She put her period blood in her spaghetti stew (f** no! f** no!) I knew her mama, her papa, plus her naughty daughter She filled her baby's ba-ba up with toilet water And Sun Dew, the whole Clan used to run threw Her Power you, then just bless her wit the hair doo b**h, I pack a horse dick, plus you know my chain is frosted One f** from the apple head and shorty lost it [Chorus: RZA] 'cause you ain't sh**, yo mama ain't sh** Yo daddy ain't sh**, yo cousins ain't sh**, b**h You ain't sh**, yo whip ain't sh** Pocketbook ain't sh** and yo friends ain't sh**, b**h [Chorus: Big Gipp] You ain't sh**, yo folks ain't sh** Yo lawyer ain't sh**, yo bumper car ain't sh**, b**h You ain't sh**, yo boyfriend ain't sh** Your last name ain't sh**, your whole family ain't sh**, b**h [Outro: RZA] f**in' around, n***a from Israel Bobby Digital, Big Gipp a/k/a Mute Straight from the underground, we gone