Mr. Porter - Drips lyrics

[Eminem] Obie, yo [Obie] I'm sick [Eminem] Damn, you straight, dog? [Hook] That's why I ain't got no time For these games and stupid tricks All these b**hes on my dick That's how dudes be getting sick That's how dicks be getting drips Falling victims to this sh** From these b**hes on our dicks f**ing chickens with no ribs That's why I ain't got no time [Verse 1: Obie] Yo, I woke up, f**ed up off the liquor I drunk I had a bag of the skunk, one and last night's tunk p**y residue was on my penis, Denise from the cleaners f**ed me good, you should've seen us Big booty b**h, switch unbearable French role stylin', body like a stallion Sizing up the figure, while my sh** gettin' bigger Debating on to f** her, do I wanna be her n***a? Caressing this b**h, plus I'm checking out them tits Sipping on that fine sh**, I ain't use to buyin' I gotta hit it from behind, it's mandatory Like taking hoes' money, but that's another story For surely your p**y on toast, after we toast Our clothes fell like Bishop in Juice The womb beater, clean p**y eater, inserting my jock In that spot hotter than the hottest block, don't stop Response I got when I was knocking it Clocks steading ticking, kinky finger licking And carrying on, semen at my tip when she moans I gotta slow down before I cum soon And work that n***a, like a slave owner When I dropped off my outfit, she knew I wanted to bone her She foaming at the lips, the ones between the hips Pubic hair's looking like some sour cream dip Without the nacho, my dick hit the spot though p**y tighter than conditions of us black folks We in the final stretch, the last part of s** I bust a fat a** nut, then I woke up next Like, what the f** is going on here? This b**h evaporated p**y and all just picked up and vacated And now I'm frustrated, ‘cause my dick was unprotected And doctor Wesley telling me I really got that sh** – f**! [Hook] [Verse 2: Eminem] Now I don't wanna hit no women, but this chick's got it comin' Someone better get this b**h Before she gets kicked in the stomach And she's pregnant, but she's egging me on Begging me to throw her 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 shoving me for? Doesn't she love me no more? Wasn't she hugging me four minutes ago at the door? Man, I'm this close to going toe to toe with this who*e What would you do if she was telling you she wants a divorce She's having another baby in a month and it's yours And you found it isn't, ‘cause this b**h has been visitin' someone else and s**ing his dick and kissin' you on the lips When you get back to Michigan Now the plot is thickenin' worse, ‘cause you feel like you've been stickin' your f**ing dick in a hearse So you're paranoid at every little cold that you get Ever since they told you this sh** You've been holding your dick So you go to the clinic, sweating every minute you're in it Then the doctor comes out looking like Dennis the Menace And it's obvious to everyone in the lobby it's AIDS He ain't even gotta to call in you the office to say it So you jet back home, ‘cause you gone get that ho When you see her, you gonna bend her f**ing neck back, yo ‘Cause you love her, you never would've expect that blow Obie told you the scoop, how could she stoop that low? Jesus, I don't believe this b**h works at the cleaner's Bringing me home diseases, swinging from Obie's penis She's so deceiving, sh**, this ho's a genius, she geed us [Hook] I'm busy, yeah, f** these b**hes f** 'em all, get money Ha, Shady Records Wow, Obie Trice Eminem, motherf**er New millennium sh**, yeah Turn this sh** off, turn this sh** the f** off!