RZA - Domestic Violence Lyrics

Writer(s) : DIGGS, ROBERT F.
Artist: RZA Lyrics
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[Girl]

You ain't **** your daddy ain't ****

your brother ain't **** your money ain't ****

your lab ain't **** your rings ain't ****

your gear ain't **** your jewels ain't ****

your kicks ain't **** ***** your whips ain't ****

Bobby you ain't **** ***** I'm the ****

you ain't **** your daddy ain't ****

your brother ain't **** your money ain't ****

your lab ain't **** your rings ain't ****

your gear ain't ****, your jewels ain't ****

your kicks ain't ****, your whips ain't ****

Bobby, you ain't ****, ***** I'm the ****

you ain't ****, your daddy ain't ****

your brother ain't ****, your money ain't ****

your lab ain't ****, Bobby you ain't ****

your rings ain't ****, your gear ain't ****

your jewels ain't ****, your kicks ain't ****

your whips ain't ****, *****, I'm the ****

You ain't ****, your daddy ain't ****

your brother ain't ****, your money ain't ****

your lab ain't ****, your rings ain't ****

your gear ain't ****, your jewels ain't ****

your kicks ain't ****, your whips ain't ****

*****, I'm the ****...



[RZA] (Girl)

What the **** y'all birds talking about?

Get the **** out my house

'Fore I grab you by your hair and slap **** to your mouth

Bob Digi, yeah you know who is he

Girl, I ****ing slave trade your *** like Kizzy Kinte

(But wait, **** you ************)

You wish you could ****

*****, all you can do is **** suck

(Your *** can't ****, that's why your wife left your monkey ***)

**** that, you don't cook, you don't clean, or press my jeans

You don't scrub or wash clothes

Or buy food for making (???), *****

You don't read to the seeds

All you do is watch tv and smoke weed

Get your nails done and feet, scrub the hairweave

Sleep all day, eat, gain weight, can't breathe

Talking about you're going to leave?

Then ***** leave! What the **** you're waiting for?

Hit the door, I ain't taking this **** no more!

Spending all my cream on Gucci, Phillies and Coach

Before you moved to my lab, *****, I ain't never seen a roach

Stains on my carpet, bathroom's more like a fish market

Take all the space in my closet, where the ****'s your logic?

Disrespecting my old earth, aborted my child birth

And every day I catch my credit card inside your purse

You can't speak a sentence without a curse

Talking 'bout you're going to be a nurse

*****, to be a nurse you got to go to shool first!

When I first met you, you was a hoe

I tried to reform you, bomb you, warn you and teach you

But couldn't reach you, and you're still a hoe

Your father said you was a hoe

And when you leave me, ***** you're gonna be a hoe

Celluloid and gargoyle feet, I'd rather beat my meat

That raggy *** ***** a starving dog wouldn't eat

Started with the body of a model

***** tight as a pharmaceutical bottle

And you could swallow a whole avocado

And two forty ounce bottles

To the end of the world, which to I would follow

Now, when I **** you, the **** echos 'cause you ***** is so hollow

Turn your fat *** sideways

Your stressmarks are like the US highways

**** a new ***** every friday

Talking 'bout bust a nut, ***** I'll bust yo guts!

(You come so quick *****)

Wonder why I come so quick?

With that wide *** ***** and soggy ****?

I'm trying to get the **** over with, and go to sleep!

But when I'm with my real freak on the weekend

Bet that baby we **** for two and a half hours or three

You'd better study the 1-0-40 knowledge culture degree

About M-G-T, and G-see-see



'Cause you ain't ****, and your mother ain't ****

And your sister ain't ****, and your ***** ain't ****

That weave ain't ****, your *** ain't ****

Girl you ain't ****, your daddy ain't ****



[RZA] [Girl]

But **** it, yo

let me get this ****ing phone

Yeah, get the **********ing phone

Quit ************s in our ****ing

business. End the ****, or I'll pull

the **********ing chord out of the

Man, **** that **********ing socket.

Yo God, this ***** is bugging I'm sick of this **** ************

Get the **** out, I'm throwing

all the **** on the **********ing

terrace, right now. I'm sick of

I'm on the phone! this ****, you and you **** out the

I'm on the phone! **********ing closet right now. My

Well **** you! name's on the **********ing (???) too

*****, get the **** out my *****, I don't give a ****, **** that

house man ****, you get the **** out my lab, all

these ************s sleeping in the

****ing living room. My seeds run into

these ************s, these *****z are

Yo, hey Hewey, hey Hewey in their dirty **********ing socks and

**** you, yo God, my *****... ****. ****ing dirty toilet seats and

This ***** is stupid man ****. My seeds gotta sit on this ****.

Get these ************s out this

Give this ****ing crab *** **********ing lab now. Get the ****

girl the gas yo out. Every lat one of y'all mother-

You's a hoe *****! ****ers. Get the **** out my lab.

Come on you's a hoe!

you'se a hoe ************ don't make me pick up

you'se a hoe this bottle. Don't make me pick up

you'se a hoe this **********ing bottle.

you'se a hoe

hoe! hoe!

hoe! hoe! bastard! bastard!

hoe! hoe! bastard!

**** you!

hoe! you ****ing bastard!

hoe! bastard! bastard!

**** you

Yo, yo, dunn, yo, yo, God

bastard! bastard! bastard!

She's stupid dunn you're ****ing dirty **** *****

Yeah you're ****ing stupid *****

You're ****ing stupid

You're ****ing stupid

We'll be back son Now that's right, tell that

We'll be back ************ to call you back

'cause you ain't going to steal

this **********ing phone


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