Domestic Violence Pt2 Lyrics - Digital Bullet - Rza

[RZA] 

You ain't shhh 

Ya momma ain't shhh 

Your daddy ain't shit 

Your pussy ain't shhh 

Bitch, you ain't shhh 

Your friends ain't shh 

Your whip ain't shhh 

Pocketbook ain't shhh 

You talk that shhh 

But girl you ain't shhh 

Your momma ain't shhh, your daddy ain't shhh 

You talkin' shit girl, your pussy ain't shit 

Your friends ain't shit, you whip ain't shhh 

You see these wizards out here, trynna floss like 

I wear the pants dada, I'm the boss papa 

I'm a Survivor! I play the course dada 

They got the little toy vibrators on there speed, chacha 

See I don't need a man, don't need to see a man 

But it seems to me ho, you want to be a man 

You Tinkerbell and your girlfriend is Peter Pan 

Strap on the KY Jelly, you want to eat ya friend 

[Big Gipp] 

I know the type, come down and take a little pipe 

Then run up and call me cupcakes, say "I didn't fuck you right" 

Shit, call me now, like that bitch on the tube with the tarot cards 

'cause, mushy gushy still goin for sale on the Boulevard 

Now I didn't I see, didn't I see you walk on the porno flicks 

Givin' brain at the same, give no bumper hit 

Get them bent across seas, damn near done rapped the world 

And you qualify, my book here's a nasty girl 

[Chorus: Big Gipp] 

You ain't shit, yo mama ain't shit 

Yo daddy ain't shit, yo pussy ain't shit, bitch 

You ain't shit, your friends ain't shit 

Your whip ain't shit, pocketbook ain't shit 

[Chorus: RZA] 

You ain't shit, yo daddy ain't shit 

Yo mama ain't shit, and yo pussy ain't shit, bitch 

You ain't shit, your friends ain't shit 

Your whip ain't shit, pocketbook ain't shit, bitch 

[Big Gipp] 

Hey Bobby, I know this loot gobbler, hard knobber 

More peaches than cobbler, corner store soliciter 

Drawers up her ass wipe, what you want 

and what you need, and what you get is two different things 

Pulled over, Pea Street, and put the bitch out in the rain 

Lost your mind, ya 409, riding the short yellow bus 

Gipp ain't never been touched, left insane, drunk off of (?) lush 

Hush, shit-kicker licker, stronger than Wild Turkey liquor 

Tryin to entice her, movin to hit her, but I'd rather forget her nigga 

[RZA] 

Bodododo, plus her knees be purple, Gipp, she like to gurgle gurgle 

And goggle, goggle, slurpy slurp and she swallow swallow 

I met this Caramel Sundae, her name was Betty Boo 

She put her period blood in her spaghetti stew (fuck no! fuck no!) 

I knew her mama, her papa, plus her naughty daughter 

She filled her baby's ba-ba up with toilet water 

And Sun Dew, the whole Clan used to run threw 

Her Power you, then just bless her wit the hair doo 

Bitch, I pack a horse dick, plus you know my chain is frosted 

One fuck from the apple head and shorty lost it 

[Chorus: RZA] 

'cause you ain't shit, yo mama ain't shit 

Yo daddy ain't shit, yo cousins ain't shit, bitch 

You ain't shit, yo whip ain't shit 

Pocketbook ain't shit and yo friends ain't shit, bitch 

[Chorus: Big Gipp] 

You ain't shit, yo folks ain't shit 

Yo lawyer ain't shit, yo bumper car ain't shit, bitch 

You ain't shit, yo boyfriend ain't shit 

Your last name ain't shit, your whole family ain't shit, bitch 

[Outro: RZA] 

Fuckin' around, nigga from Israel 

Bobby Digital, Big Gipp a/k/a Mute 

Straight from the underground, we gone