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Domestic Violence Lyrics - Rza As Bobby Digital In Stereo - Rza

[Girl] 

You ain't shit your daddy ain't shit 

your brother ain't shit your money ain't shit 

your lab ain't shit your rings ain't shit 

your gear ain't shit your jewels ain't shit 

your kicks ain't shit nigga your whips ain't shit 

Bobby you ain't shit nigga I'm the shit 

you ain't shit your daddy ain't shit 

your brother ain't shit your money ain't shit 

your lab ain't shit your rings ain't shit 

your gear ain't shit, your jewels ain't shit 

your kicks ain't shit, your whips ain't shit 

Bobby, you ain't shit, nigga I'm the shit 

you ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit 

your brother ain't shit, your money ain't shit 

your lab ain't shit, Bobby you ain't shit 

your rings ain't shit, your gear ain't shit 

your jewels ain't shit, your kicks ain't shit 

your whips ain't shit, nigga, I'm the shit 

You ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit 

your brother ain't shit, your money ain't shit 

your lab ain't shit, your rings ain't shit 

your gear ain't shit, your jewels ain't shit 

your kicks ain't shit, your whips ain't shit 

nigga, I'm the shit... 

 

[RZA] (Girl) 

What the fuck y'all birds talking about? 

Get the fuck 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 fucking slave trade your ass like Kizzy Kinte 

(But wait, fuck you motherfucker) 

You wish you could fuck 

Bitch, all you can do is dick suck 

(Your ass can't fuck, that's why your wife left your monkey ass) 

Fuck 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 (???), bitch 

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 bitch leave! What the fuck you're waiting for? 

Hit the door, I ain't taking this shit no more! 

Spending all my cream on Gucci, Phillies and Coach 

Before you moved to my lab, bitch, 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 fuck'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 

Bitch, to be a nurse you got to go to shool first! 

When I first met you, you was a hoe 

I tried to reform you, bomb you, warn you and teach you 

But couldn't reach you, and you're still a hoe 

Your father said you was a hoe 

And when you leave me, bitch you're gonna be a hoe 

Celluloid and gargoyle feet, I'd rather beat my meat 

That raggy ass pussy a starving dog wouldn't eat 

Started with the body of a model 

Pussy 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 fuck you, the shit echos 'cause you pussy is so hollow 

Turn your fat ass sideways 

Your stressmarks are like the US highways 

Fuck a new nigga every friday 

Talking 'bout bust a nut, bitch I'll bust yo guts! 

(You come so quick nigga) 

Wonder why I come so quick? 

With that wide ass pussy and soggy tits? 

I'm trying to get the shit over with, and go to sleep! 

But when I'm with my real freak on the weekend 

Bet that baby we fuck for two and a half hours or three 

You'd better study the 1-0-40 knowledge culture degree 

About M-G-T, and G-see-see 

 

'Cause you ain't shit, and your mother ain't shit 

And your sister ain't shit, and your pussy ain't shit 

That weave ain't shit, your ass ain't shit 

Girl you ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit 

 

[RZA] [Girl] 

But fuck it, yo 

let me get this fucking phone 

Yeah, get the motherfucking phone 

Quit motherfuckers in our fucking 

business. End the fuck, or I'll pull 

the motherfucking chord out of the 

Man, fuck that motherfucking socket. 

Yo God, this bitch is bugging I'm sick of this shit motherfucker 

Get the fuck out, I'm throwing 

all the shit on the motherfucking 

terrace, right now. I'm sick of 

I'm on the phone! this shit, you and you shit out the 

I'm on the phone! motherfucking closet right now. My 

Well fuck you! name's on the motherfucking (???) too 

Bitch, get the fuck out my nigga, I don't give a fuck, fuck that 

house man shit, you get the fuck out my lab, all 

these motherfuckers sleeping in the 

fucking living room. My seeds run into 

these motherfuckers, these niggaz are 

Yo, hey Hewey, hey Hewey in their dirty motherfucking socks and 

Fuck you, yo God, my bitch... shit. Fucking dirty toilet seats and 

This bitch is stupid man shit. My seeds gotta sit on this shit. 

Get these motherfuckers out this 

Give this fucking crab ass motherfucking lab now. Get the fuck 

girl the gas yo out. Every lat one of y'all mother- 

You's a hoe bitch! fuckers. Get the fuck out my lab. 

Come on you's a hoe! 

you'se a hoe Motherfucker don't make me pick up 

you'se a hoe this bottle. Don't make me pick up 

you'se a hoe this motherfucking bottle. 

you'se a hoe 

hoe! hoe! 

hoe! hoe! bastard! bastard! 

hoe! hoe! bastard! 

fuck you! 

hoe! you fucking bastard! 

hoe! bastard! bastard! 

fuck you 

Yo, yo, dunn, yo, yo, God 

bastard! bastard! bastard! 

She's stupid dunn you're fucking dirty dick nigga 

Yeah you're fucking stupid nigga 

You're fucking stupid 

You're fucking stupid 

We'll be back son Now that's right, tell that 

We'll be back motherfucker to call you back 

'cause you ain't going to steal 

this motherfucking phone 

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