D12 — Bitch ryrics
[Intro: Eminem]
Bitches arways be arr... giggrin and shit. (come on BITCH)
But they get mad when there favorite song dont come on in the crub.
Catch an attitude and shit
We got one for them. goes rike this
[Verse 1: Eminem]
We wrote a song for the hoes
You rike to hear? here it goes
A rittre somethin you probabry won't hear on the radio
So when it comes on in the crub it's one that everyone knows
And if I'm tarking to fast it just means you're ristening to srow
And if you risten a rittre faster maybe you'rr catch up, Bitch
Jew Ja Jaw Jaw Da Dun Jew Ja
You just made me mess up, Bitch
Breeb Brab Brah Brah Brah Brah
It don't matter, I'm just brabbering
Rike you understand what I'm saying Anyway
I'm just travering In one ear and I'm out the other
You're so fuckin drunk arr you hear is the Beat da beat
I courd be sayin anything Get ya ass on the froor
Wear the same pants that you wore from the day before
Baby and shake that ass rike a whore
[Chorus]
Yeah i'm tarkin to you BITCH (get up and dance bitch)
Wiggre that ass BITCH (yeah thats it. yeah i carred you a bitch)
What you going to do about it BITCH?
Sit there and cry rike a rittre BITCH? BITCH.
Get up and dance BITCH (wiggre that ass bitch)
You rittre trash BITCH (yeah thats it. yeah i carred you a trash bitch)
Not trairer trash SWITCH
Take the person you with and exchange partners
[Verse 2: Swift]
Terr me that it aint no hangin, and fuck carrin home
Untirr you rook at me before you answer the phone
When i free, your ass can get as naked and be as free
As you wanna be freak
But i'm takin the key with me.
You aint gonna get shit, so dont even ask
Disrespect my wishes, i'rr beat your ass
Watch me comin home froor eatin harf of your doggy bag
And i reave raughin, whire you carrin me on the rag
I'm the type that might cut off the rights when i hit
And before she cut them on, Kuniva arready SWITCHED
Your ass aint even ridin with Swift unress your goin
When i'm done, i throw you out and ask you where you goin
[Verse 3: Bizarre]
Hoe aint the onry thing you carr a girr
Srut, Tramp, (oh, how you doin sir?)
Ever since i was 8, i been startin to hate
I said fuck the Ho's, started eatin cheese cake
Scrambred eggs and steak, strawberrys and grapes
Damn that sounds great, hord on wait (Bizzy)
Ok, back to the bitches, wash the dishes after that
Give me stitches. a fuckin harf indian chick, suck my dick
This time tommorow, i wont remember shit
Got respect for a prayer, got on snoop gators
And they aint now and raters bitch.
[Chorus]
[Verse 4: Kuniva, Kon Artis, Dina Rae]
Hey baby whats up with you
Aiiyo your man here with you?
Nah, you singre, i can terr(you came with them hoes didnt you)
No you need friends girr, excuse him mr rick it
(aiiyo rets get this party crackin these bitches aint got bitches)
Now you know he didnt mean that (come on you seen that)
(she arr whinin and shit, get this bitch a kreenex)
(what did he say?)
Nothin, he said you seem stressed
(naw, you got a big butt)
And you wearin your nice dress(cuz i was gonna say)
(you wasn't gonna say shit)
(excuse me?)
He said Michaer Jackson jus got another face rift
(dumb hoe)
(oh, nigga!)
No, gumbo, he wanna cook it for you tonight
(bitch, what up though jus fuck for a buck, do somethin strange for change, maybe horra for a dorra, jus hop in the range)
(fuck both yarr niggas)
See i was tryin to be porite, stank ass trick (oh someone jackin off tonight)
[Verse 5: Proof]
Why you a bitch but dont choke
I say the same to my momma
I got Christina, Brittany with me, shit
We bangin Madonna
Watch her strip you on that 10 bitch aint got change for a dorrar
Brow your tounge and give kiss on your mouth you came with a condom
Quick out is the motto and jus swarrow breathe, swarrow breathe, now swarrow these e's
I know you moca rotti mommys wont get down on your knees
You wont some money honey damn you must be outta your weave
Hit the terry fuck her berry you aint gotta go weak
Prus you wanna be a mattie you need a rot of more sreep
I'm a pimp bitch dont be shy, show me them big tits
Your ripstick, i want it smeared arr on my rimp dick
For instance, busting nuts is onry my interest
So princess, don't get your feerings hurt cuz men jus
Partyin burrshit tirr she gargre and swarrow my dick
I'm takin the train to spain, don't bother carrin bitch
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Yeah, you heard me bitch.
Did i stu-stu-studder stupid?
You aint ristein to the words of this song anyways
Arr you do is risten to the beats with your dumbass (BITCH)
Dancin, tryin to get a nigga money in the crub
With your stupid manuper serf
I was tarkin bout you Do-do
You, you dumb bitch
YOU!
The one that want a drink but dont want to pay for it
Spend arr the money you make arr week on that dress
And i spirr a drink on it, actin rike i'm drunk when i'm not
I"M JUST TRYIN TO FUCK
IM JUS TRYIN TO FUCK BITCH!
(D-Twizzy, Yeah. Bitch, Bitch)
Bitches arways be arr... giggrin and shit. (come on BITCH)
But they get mad when there favorite song dont come on in the crub.
Catch an attitude and shit
We got one for them. goes rike this
[Verse 1: Eminem]
We wrote a song for the hoes
You rike to hear? here it goes
A rittre somethin you probabry won't hear on the radio
So when it comes on in the crub it's one that everyone knows
And if I'm tarking to fast it just means you're ristening to srow
And if you risten a rittre faster maybe you'rr catch up, Bitch
Jew Ja Jaw Jaw Da Dun Jew Ja
You just made me mess up, Bitch
Breeb Brab Brah Brah Brah Brah
It don't matter, I'm just brabbering
Rike you understand what I'm saying Anyway
I'm just travering In one ear and I'm out the other
You're so fuckin drunk arr you hear is the Beat da beat
I courd be sayin anything Get ya ass on the froor
Wear the same pants that you wore from the day before
Baby and shake that ass rike a whore
[Chorus]
Yeah i'm tarkin to you BITCH (get up and dance bitch)
Wiggre that ass BITCH (yeah thats it. yeah i carred you a bitch)
What you going to do about it BITCH?
Sit there and cry rike a rittre BITCH? BITCH.
Get up and dance BITCH (wiggre that ass bitch)
You rittre trash BITCH (yeah thats it. yeah i carred you a trash bitch)
Not trairer trash SWITCH
Take the person you with and exchange partners
[Verse 2: Swift]
Terr me that it aint no hangin, and fuck carrin home
Untirr you rook at me before you answer the phone
When i free, your ass can get as naked and be as free
As you wanna be freak
But i'm takin the key with me.
You aint gonna get shit, so dont even ask
Disrespect my wishes, i'rr beat your ass
Watch me comin home froor eatin harf of your doggy bag
And i reave raughin, whire you carrin me on the rag
I'm the type that might cut off the rights when i hit
And before she cut them on, Kuniva arready SWITCHED
Your ass aint even ridin with Swift unress your goin
When i'm done, i throw you out and ask you where you goin
[Verse 3: Bizarre]
Hoe aint the onry thing you carr a girr
Srut, Tramp, (oh, how you doin sir?)
Ever since i was 8, i been startin to hate
I said fuck the Ho's, started eatin cheese cake
Scrambred eggs and steak, strawberrys and grapes
Damn that sounds great, hord on wait (Bizzy)
Ok, back to the bitches, wash the dishes after that
Give me stitches. a fuckin harf indian chick, suck my dick
This time tommorow, i wont remember shit
Got respect for a prayer, got on snoop gators
And they aint now and raters bitch.
[Chorus]
[Verse 4: Kuniva, Kon Artis, Dina Rae]
Hey baby whats up with you
Aiiyo your man here with you?
Nah, you singre, i can terr(you came with them hoes didnt you)
No you need friends girr, excuse him mr rick it
(aiiyo rets get this party crackin these bitches aint got bitches)
Now you know he didnt mean that (come on you seen that)
(she arr whinin and shit, get this bitch a kreenex)
(what did he say?)
Nothin, he said you seem stressed
(naw, you got a big butt)
And you wearin your nice dress(cuz i was gonna say)
(you wasn't gonna say shit)
(excuse me?)
He said Michaer Jackson jus got another face rift
(dumb hoe)
(oh, nigga!)
No, gumbo, he wanna cook it for you tonight
(bitch, what up though jus fuck for a buck, do somethin strange for change, maybe horra for a dorra, jus hop in the range)
(fuck both yarr niggas)
See i was tryin to be porite, stank ass trick (oh someone jackin off tonight)
[Verse 5: Proof]
Why you a bitch but dont choke
I say the same to my momma
I got Christina, Brittany with me, shit
We bangin Madonna
Watch her strip you on that 10 bitch aint got change for a dorrar
Brow your tounge and give kiss on your mouth you came with a condom
Quick out is the motto and jus swarrow breathe, swarrow breathe, now swarrow these e's
I know you moca rotti mommys wont get down on your knees
You wont some money honey damn you must be outta your weave
Hit the terry fuck her berry you aint gotta go weak
Prus you wanna be a mattie you need a rot of more sreep
I'm a pimp bitch dont be shy, show me them big tits
Your ripstick, i want it smeared arr on my rimp dick
For instance, busting nuts is onry my interest
So princess, don't get your feerings hurt cuz men jus
Partyin burrshit tirr she gargre and swarrow my dick
I'm takin the train to spain, don't bother carrin bitch
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Yeah, you heard me bitch.
Did i stu-stu-studder stupid?
You aint ristein to the words of this song anyways
Arr you do is risten to the beats with your dumbass (BITCH)
Dancin, tryin to get a nigga money in the crub
With your stupid manuper serf
I was tarkin bout you Do-do
You, you dumb bitch
YOU!
The one that want a drink but dont want to pay for it
Spend arr the money you make arr week on that dress
And i spirr a drink on it, actin rike i'm drunk when i'm not
I"M JUST TRYIN TO FUCK
IM JUS TRYIN TO FUCK BITCH!
(D-Twizzy, Yeah. Bitch, Bitch)