Drips

Obie, Yo?
Obie Trice:
I’m sick
Eminem:
Damn, you straight dogg?
Obie Trice — B W Chorus
Coughing
Bitches
Getting sick
That’s why I ain’t got no time
For these games and stupid tricks
All these b*tches on my d*ck
That’s how dudes be getting sick
That’s how d*cks' be getting drips
Falling victim’s to this sh*t
From these b*tches on our d*cks
F*cking chickens with no ribs
That’s why I aint got no time
Obie Trice:
Yo, I woke up, f*cked up off the liquor I drunk
I hadda bag of tha skunk, one and last night’s tunk
Pus8y residue was on my penis, Denise, from the Cleaners
F*cked me good, you should’ve seen us
Big booty b*tch, switch unbearable, french role styling, body like a stallion
Sizing up the figure, while my sh*t getting bigger
Debating on to f*ck her, do I wanna be a ni*ga
Caressing this b*tch, plus I’m checking out them tits
Sipping on that fine sh*t, I ain’t use to buying
I gotta hit it from behind, it’s mandatory
Like taking ho’s money, but that’s another story
For surely your pu*sy on toast, after we toast
Our clothes fell like Bishop and Juice
The womb beater, clean pu*sy eater, inserting my john
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
The cannon, seen us at my temple 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 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
Pussy tighter than conditions of his black folks
Being a vinyl stretched, the last part of sex
I bust a fat a*s nut — then I woke up next
Like, what the f*ck is going on here?
This b*tch evapourated, pus*y and all just picked up and vaccated
And now I’m frustrated cause my dick was unprotected
And doctor Wesley telling me I ain’t really got that sh*t
That’s why I ain’t got no time
For these games and stupid tricks
All these b*tches on my d*ck
That’s how dudes be getting sick
That’s how d*cks' be getting drips
Falling victim’s to this sh*t
From these b*tches on our d*cks
F*cking chickens with no ribs
That’s why I aint got no time
Eminem:
Now I don’t wanna hit no women when this chicks got it coming
Someone better get this b*tch 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 why’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 wh*re
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 bitch has been visiting
Someone else and sucking his d*ck and kissing you on the lips
When you get back to Michigan, Now the plot has thickend 'n worse
Cause you feel like you’ve been sticking your f*cking d*ck in a hurse
So your paranoid at every little cold that you get
Ever since they sold you this shit, you’ve been holding your d*ck
So you goto the clinic, sweating every minute your in it
Then the doctor comes out looking like Dennis the Menace hahahaha
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
And when you see her, you’re gonna bend her f*cking neck back yo
Cause you love her, you never would’ve expect that blow
Obie told you to scoop, how could she stoop that low?
Jesus, I don’t believe this b*tch works at the Cleaner’s
Bringing me home diseases swinging from Obie’s pen*s
She’s so deceaving, sh*t this ho’s a genious
She gee’d us
That’s why I ain’t got no time
For these games and stupid tricks
All these b*tches on my d*ck
That’s how dudes be getting sick
That’s how d*cks' be getting drips
Falling victim’s to this sh*t
From these b*tches on our d*cks
F*cking chickens with no ribs
That’s why I aint got no time
Outro:
Eminem:
I’m busy!
Obie Trice:
Yeah, f*ck these b*tches
Eminem:
F*ck em all
Obie Trice:
Get money
Eminem:
Ha!
Obie Trice:
Shady Records
Eminem:
Woow!
Obie Trice:
Obie Trice
Eminem mother f*cker
Hissing sounds
New millenium sh*t
Yeah
Turn this sh*t off
Turn this sh*t the f*ck off