bitch lyrics – d12

[intro: eminem]
b*tches always be all… giggling and sh*t. (come on b*tch)
but they get mad when there favorite song don’t come on in the club.
catch an att*tude and sh*t
we got one for them. goes like this

[verse 1: eminem]
we wrote a song for the hoes
you like to hear? here it goes
a little something you probably won’t hear on your radio
so when it comes on in the club it’s one that everyone knows
and if i’m talking too fast it just means you’re listening too slow
and if you listen a little faster maybe you’ll catch up, b*tch
jew ja jaw jaw da dun jew ja
you just made me mess up, b*tch
bleeb blab blah blah blah blah
it don’t matter, i’m just blabbering
like you understand what i’m saying anyway
i’m just traveling in one ear and i’m out the other
you’re so f*cking drunk all you hear is the beat the beat
i could be saying anything get ya *ss on the floor
wear the same pants that you wore from the day before
baby and shake that *ss like a wh*r*

yeah i’m talking to you b*tch (get up and dance b*tch)
wiggle that *ss b*tch (yeah that’s it. yeah i called you a b*tch)
what you going to do about it b*tch?
sit there and cry like a little b*tch? b*tch.

get up and dance b*tch (wiggle that *ss b*tch)
you little trash b*tch (yeah that’s it. yeah i called you a trash b*tch)
not trailer trash switch
take the person you with and exchange partners

[verse 2: swift]
tell me that it ain’t no hanging, and f*ck calling home
until you look at me before you answer the phone
when i flee, your *ss can get as naked and be as free
as you wanna be freak
but i’m taking the key with me.
you ain’t gonna get sh*t, so don’t even ask
disrespect my wishes, i’ll beat your *ss
watch me coming home floor eating half of your doggy bag
and i leave laughing, while you calling me on the rag
i’m the type that might cut off the lights when i hit
and before she cut them on, kuniva already switched
your *ss ain’t even riding with swift unless your going
when i’m done, i throw you out and ask you where you going

[verse 3: bizarre]
hoe ain’t the only thing you call a girl
sl*t, tramp, (oh, how you doing cheryl?)
ever since i was 8, i been starting to hate
i said f*ck the ho’s, started eating cheese cake
scrambled eggs and steak, strawberries and grapes
d*mn that sounds great, hold on wait (bizzy)
ok, back to the b*tches, wash the dishes after that
give me st*tches. a f*cking half indian chick, suck my d*ck
this time tomorrow, i wont remember sh*t
got respect for a player, got on snoop gators
and they ain’t now-and-laters, b*tch


[verse 4: kuniva, kon artis, dina rae]
hey baby whats up with you
aiiyo your man here with you?
nah, you single, i can tell(you came with them hoes didn’t you)
no you need friends girl, excuse him mr lick it
(aiiyo lets get this party cracking these b*tches ain’t got b*tches)
now you know he didn’t mean that (come on you seen that)
(she all whining and sh*t, get this b*tch a kleenex)
(what did he say?)
nothing, he said you seem stressed
(naw, you got a big b*tt)
and you wearing your nice dress(cause i was gonna say)
(you wasn’t gonna say sh*t)
(excuse me?)
he said michael jackson just got another face lift
(dumb hoe)
(oh, n*gg*!)
no, gumbo, he wanna cook it for you tonight
(b*tch, what up though just f*ck for a buck, do something strange for change, maybe holla for a dollar, just hop in the range)
(f*ck both yall n*gg*s)
see i was trying to be polite, stank *ss trick (oh someone jacking off tonight)

[verse 5: proof]
why you a b*tch but don’t choke
i say the same to my momma
i got christina, brittany with me, sh*t
we banging madonna
watch her strip you on that 10 b*tch ain’t got change for a dollar
blow your tongue and give kiss on your mouth you came with a condom
quick out is the motto and just swallow breathe, swallow breathe, now swallow these e’s
i know you moca lotti mommys wont get down on your knees
you wont some money honey d*mn you must be outta your weave
hit the telly f*ck her belly you ain’t gotta go weak
plus you wanna be a mattie you need a lot of more sleep
i’m a pimp b*tch don’t be shy, show me them big t*ts
your lipstick, i want it smeared all on my limp d*ck
for instance, busting nuts is only my interest
so princess, don’t get your feelings hurt cause men just
partying bullsh*t till she gargle and swallow my d*ck
i’m taking the train to spain, don’t bother calling b*tch


yeah, you heard me b*tch.
did i stu-stu-studder stupid?
you ain’t listen to the words of this song anyways
all you do is listen to the beats with your dumb*ss (b*tch)
dancing, trying to get a n*gg* money in the club
with your stupid manuper self
i was talking bout you do-do
you, you dumb b*tch
the one that want a drink but don’t want to pay for it
spend all the money you make all week on that dress
and i spill a drink on it, actin’ like i’m drunk when i’m not
i’m just trying to f*ck
i’m just trying to f*ck b*tch!

(d-twizzy, yeah. b*tch, b*tch)

/ d12 lyrics