That's why I ain't got no time for these games and stupid tricks Pour these bitches on my dick, that's how dudes begin to stick, that's how dicks begin tricks Calling victims to this ***, from these bitches on our dicks ***in' chickens with no grips, that's why I ain't got no time Yo, I woke up, *** up, off the liquor I drank I had a bag of the skunk one in last night's tunk Pussy residue is on my penis, the knees from the cleaners *** me good, you should've seen this, big booty bitch, switch unbearable French roll styling, body like a stallion, sizing up the figure while my *** getting bigger Debating on a ***er, do I wanna be a nigga? Caressing this bitch, plus I'm checking out them tits Sipping on that fine *** I ain't used to buying, I gotta hit it from behind It's mandatory like taking hoes money, but that's another story But surely, pussy on toast, after we toast, her clothes fell like Bishop and Juice A boom beater, clean pussy eater, inserting my jot in that spot hotter than the hottest block, don't stop These funds I got when I was knocking it, clock steady ticking, kinky finger licking And can't own, semen's at my tip when she moans, I gotta slow down before I come 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 them lips, the ones between her hips, pubic hairs looking like some sour cream dip Without the nacho, my dick hit the spot though, pussy tighter than conditions of us black folks Me and the final stretch, the last part of ***, I bust a fat ass nut Then I woke up next, like what the *** is going on here, this bitch evaporated Pussy and all just picked up and vacated, now I'm frustrated cause my dick was unprotected And Dr. Wesley telling me I really got that *** Throw these games and stupid tricks, pour these bitches on my dick That's how dudes be getting sick, that's how dicks be getting pricks Calling victims to this ***, from these bitches on my dicks ***ing chickens with no bricks, that's why I ain't got it I don't wanna hit no woman, but this chick's got it coming Someone better get this bitch before she gets kicked in the stomach And she's pregnant and she's hanging me on, begging me to throw her off the steps of this porch My only weapon is force, and I don't wanna resort to violence of any sort But what'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 *** 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 find out it isn't, cause this bitch has been visiting someone else and sucking his dick And kissing you on the lips when you get back to Michigan Now the plot is sticking and worse, cause you feel like you've been sticking your ***ing dick in a hearse So you paranoid of every little cold that you get Ever since they told you this ***, you've been holding your dick So you go to the clinic sweating every minute you win Then the doctor comes out looking 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 check back home, cause you gon' get that hoe When you see it, you gon' bend the ***ing neck back, yo Cause you love her, you never would expect that blow Obie told you to scoop, how could she scoop that low? Jesus, I don't believe this, bitch works at the cleaners Bringing me home diseases, swinging from Obie's penis She's so deceiving, ***, this hoe's a genius, she cheaters That's why I ain't got no time For these games and stupid tricks For these bitches on my dick That's how dudes be getting sick That's how dicks be getting tricks Calling victims to this *** From these bitches on my dicks ***ing chickens with no grips That's why I ain't got no time I'm busy, yeah *** these bitches *** em all Getting money Records Obie Trice Eminem, mother***er New millennium *** Turn this *** Turn this *** the ***