Drips - Eminem, Obie Trice

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