Boomkat - Drips

Prelude
Obie... Yo... Im sick / Damn... You straight dog?
Chorus
That`s why I ain`t got no time. For these games and stupid tricks/Or these bitches on my dick. That`s how dudes be getting sick/ That`s how dicks be getting drips. Falling victims to this shit/From these bitches on our dicks, fucking chickens with no ribs/That`s why I ain`t got no time...
Verse 1 (Obie Trice)
Yo, I woke up fucked up off the liquor I drunk. I had a bag of the skunk won in last nights Tunk/pussy residue was on my penis, Denise from the cleaners, fucked me good, you shoulda seen this/big booty bitch, switch unbearable, french roll stylin`, body like a stallion/Sizin up the figure while my shit`s getting bigger, debatin` on a fuck or do I want to be her nigga/Caressin`this bitch, plus I`m checking out them tits, sippin` on that fine shit I ain`t used to buyin`/I gotta hit it from behind, its mandatory, like takin` hoe`s money, but that`s another story/For surely, the pussy on toast after we toast, her clothes fell like Bishop in Juice/The womb beater, clean pussy eater, insertin` my jock in that spot hotter than the hottest block/ Don`t Stop! The response I got when I was knockin` it, clock steady tickin`, kinky finger lickin`/and can on, semen`s at my tip when she moans. I gotta slow down before I cum soon/ and work that nigga like a slave owner. When I dropped off my outfit, she knew I wanted to bone her/She foamin` at the lips, the one between them hips, pubic hairs lookin` like some sour cream dip/without the nacho, my dick hit the spot though, pussy tighter than conditions of us black folks/We in the final stretch, the last part of sex. I bust a fat ass nut, then I woke up next/like what the fuck is goin` on here, this bitch evaporated, pussy and all, just picked up and vacated/Now I`m frusturated cuz my dick was unprotected, and Doctor Wesley tellin me I really got that shit
Chorus
Verse 2 (Eminem)
Now I don`t wanna hit no woman, but this chick`s got it comin`, someone better get this bitch, before she gets kicked in the stomach/and she`s pregnant, buts she`s eggin` me on, beggin` me to throw her off the steps of this porch/my only weapon is force and I don`t wanna resort to any violence of any sort. But what`s she shovin` me for?/ Doesn`t she love me no more? Wasn`t she huggin` me four minutes ago at the door?/Man, I`m this close to goin` toe-to-toe with this whore. What would you do if she was tellin` you she wants a divorce?/She`s havin` another baby in a month, and it`s yours, and you find out it isn`t cus this bitch has been visitin` someone else/and suckin` his dick and kissin` you on the lips when you get back, to Michigan, now the plot is thickenin` worse/cus you feel like you`ve been stickin` your fuckin` dick in a hearse/so you paranoid at every little cold that you get, ever since they told you this shit, you`ve been holdin` your dick/so you go to the clinic, sweatin` every minute you in it, then the doctor comes out lookin` like Dennis the Menace/and it`s obvious to everyone in the lobby it`s AIDS, he ain`t even gotta call you in his office to say it/so you jet back home, cus you gon` get that hoe, when you see her, you gon` bend her fuckin` neck back, yo/cus you love her, you never would expect that blow, Obie told you the scoop, how could she stoop that low?/Jesus, I don`t believe this, bitch works at the cleaners, bringin` me home diseases, swingin` from Obie`s penis/she`s so deceivin`, shit this hoe`s a genius,she g`d us...
Chorus
I`m Busy
Fuck these Bitches
Fuck`em all, Get Money
Shady Records, Obie Trice
Eminem, muthafucka
New millenium shit... Yeah
Turn this shit off
Turn this shit the fuck off