Tiffany - Domestic Violence lyrics

[Intro: Tiffany] You ain't sh**, your daddy ain't sh** Your brother ain't sh**, your money ain't sh** Your lab ain't sh**, your rings ain't sh** Your gear ain't sh**, your j**els ain't sh** Your kicks ain't sh**, n***a, your whips ain't sh** Bobby, you ain't sh**, n***a I'm the sh** You ain't sh**, your daddy ain't sh** Your brother ain't sh**, your money ain't sh** Your lab ain't sh**, your rings ain't sh** Your gear ain't sh**, your j**els ain't sh** Your kicks ain't sh**, your whips ain't sh** Bobby, you ain't sh**, n***a I'm the sh** You ain't sh**, your daddy ain't sh** Your brother ain't sh**, your money ain't sh** Your lab ain't sh**, Bobby you ain't sh** Your rings ain't sh**, your gear ain't sh** Your j**els ain't sh**, your kicks ain't sh** Your whips ain't sh**, n***a, I'm the sh** You ain't sh**, your daddy ain't sh** Your brother ain't sh**, your money ain't sh** Your lab ain't sh**, your rings ain't sh** Your gear ain't sh**, your j**els ain't sh** Your kicks ain't sh**, your whips ain't sh** n***a, I'm the sh**... [Verse 1: RZA (Jamie Sommers)] What the f** y'all birds talking about? Get the f** out my house 'Fore I grab you by your hair and slap dick to your mouth Bob Digi, yeah you know who is he Girl, I f**ing slave trade your a** like Kizzy Kinte (But wait, f** you motherf**er) You wish you could f** b**h, all you can do is dick s** (Your a** can't f**, that's why your wife left your monkey a**) f** that, you don't cook, you don't clean, or press my jeans You don't scrub or wash clothes Or buy food for making (???), b**h You don't read to the seeds All you do is watch tv and smoke weed Get your nails done and feet, scrub the hairweave Sleep all day, eat, gain weight, can't breathe Talking about you're going to leave? Then b**h leave! What the f** you're waiting for? Hit the door, I ain't taking this sh** no more! Spending all my cream on Gucci, Phillies and Coach Before you moved to my lab, b**h, I ain't never seen a roach Stains on my carpet, bathroom's more like a fish market Take all the space in my closet, where the f**'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**h, to be a nurse you got to go to shool 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**h you're gonna be a ho Celluloid and gargoyle feet, I'd rather beat my meat That raggy a** p**y a starving dog wouldn't eat Started with the body of a model p**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** you, the sh** echos cause you p**y is so hollow Turn your fat a** sideways Your stretch marks are like the US highways f** a new n***a every friday Talking 'bout bust a nut, b**h I'll bust yo guts! (You come so quick n***a) Wonder why I come so quick? With that wide a** p**y and soggy tits? I'm trying to get the sh** over with, and go to sleep! But when I'm with my real freak on the weekend Bet that baby we f** for two and a half hours or 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**, and your mother ain't sh** And your sister ain't sh**, and your p**y ain't sh** That weave ain't sh**, your a** ain't sh** Girl you ain't sh**, your daddy ain't sh** [Outro: RZA (Jamie Sommers)] But f** it, yo, let me get this f**ing phone Yeah, get the motherf**ing phone Quit motherf**ers in our f**ing Business. End the f**, or I'll pull The motherf**ing chord out of the Man, f** that motherf**ing socket Yo God, this b**h is bugging I'm sick of this sh** motherf**er Get the f** out, I'm throwing All the sh** on the motherf**ing Terrace, right now. I'm sick of I'm on the phone! this sh**, you and you sh** out the I'm on the phone! motherf**ing closet right now. My Well f** you! name's on the motherf**ing [?] too b**h, get the f** out my n***a, I don't give a f**, f** that House man sh**, you get the f** out my lab, all These motherf**ers sleeping in the f**ing living room. My seeds run into These motherf**ers, these n***as are Yo, hey Hewey, hey Hewey in their dirty motherf**ing socks and f** you, yo God, my b**h... sh**. f**ing dirty toilet seats and This b**h is stupid man sh**. My seeds gotta sit on this sh** Get these motherf**ers out this Give this f**ing crab a** motherf**ing lab now. Get the f** Girl the gas yo out. Every lat one of y'all mother- You's a ho b**h! f**ers. Get the f** out my lab Come on you's a ho! You'se a ho Motherf**er don't make me pick up You'se a ho this bottle. Don't make me pick up You'se a ho this motherf**ing bottle You'se a ho Ho! ho! Ho! ho! ba*tard! ba*tard! Ho! ho! ba*tard! f** you! Ho! you f**ing ba*tard! Ho! ba*tard! ba*tard! f** you Yo, yo, dunn, yo, yo, God ba*tard! ba*tard! ba*tard! She's stupid dunn you're f**ing dirty dick n***a Yeah you're f**ing stupid n***a You're f**ing stupid You're f**ing stupid We'll be back son Now that's right, tell that We'll be back motherf**er to call you back Cause you ain't going to steal This motherf**ing phone