Domestic Violence Lyrics
The song Domestic Violence is performed by RZA in the album named RZA As Bobby Digital In Stereo in the year 1998 .
You ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit
Your brother ain't shit, your money ain't shit
Your lab ain't shit, your rings ain't shit
Your gear ain't shit, your jewels ain't shit
Your kicks ain't shit, nigga, your whips ain't shit
Bobby, you ain't shit, nigga, I'm the shit
You ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit
Your brother ain't shit, your money ain't shit
Your lab ain't shit, your rings ain't shit
Your gear ain't shit, your jewels ain't shit
Your kicks ain't shit, your whips ain't shit
Bobby, you ain't shit, nigga, I'm the shit
You ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit
Your brother ain't shit, your money ain't shit
Your lab ain't shit, Bobby, you ain't shit
Your rings ain't shit, your gear ain't shit
Your jewels ain't shit, your kicks ain't shit
Your whips ain't shit, nigga, I'm the shit
You ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit
Your brother ain't shit, your money ain't shit
Your lab ain't shit, your rings ain't shit
Your gear ain't shit, your jewels ain't shit
Your kicks ain't shit, your whips ain't shit
Nigga, I'm the shit
What the f**k y'all birds talking about?
Get the f**k out my house
'Fore I grab you by your hair and slap d**k to your mouth
Bob Digi, yeah you know who is he
Girl, I f**king slave trade your a*s like kizzy kinte
But wait, f**k you, motherf**ker
You wish you could f**k
Bitch, all you can do is d**k s*ck
Your a*s can't f**k, that's why your wife left your monkey a*s
(f**k 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 [Incomprehensible], bitch
You don't read to the seeds
All you do is watch TV and smoke weed
Get your nails done and feet, scrub the hair weave
Sleep all day, eat, gain weight, can't breathe
Talking about you're going to leave?
Then bitch leave, what the f**k you're waiting for?
Hit the door, I ain't taking this shit no more
Spending all my cream on Gucci, Phillies and coach
Before you moved to my lab, bitch, 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 f**k'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
Bitch, to be a nurse you got to go to school 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, bitch you're gonna be a hoe
Celluloid and gargoyle feet, I'd rather beat my meat
That raggy a*s pus*y a starving dog wouldn't eat
Started with the body of a model
pus*y 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 f**k you, the shit echos
'Cause you pus*y is so hollow
Turn your fat a*s sideways
Your stress marks were like the U.S. highways
f**k a new nigga every Friday
Talking 'bout bust a nut, bitch, I'll bust yo guts
(You come so quick, nigga)
Wonder why I come so quick?
With that wide a*s pus*y and soggy tits?
I'm trying to get the shit over with and go to sleep
But when I'm with my real freak on the weekend
Baby, we f**k for two and a half hours to three
You'd better study the 1 0 40 knowledge culture degree
About M G T and G C C
'Cause you ain't shit and your mother ain't shit
And your sister ain't shit and your pus*y ain't shit
That weave ain't shit, your a*s ain't shit
Girl, you ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit
But f**k it, yo
Let me get this f**king phone
Yeah, get the motherf**king phone
Quit motherf**kers in our f**king business
End the f**k or I'll pull the motherf**king chord
Out the motherf**king socket
I'm sick of this shit, motherf**ker, get the f**k out
I'm throwing all the shit on the motherf**king terrace, right now
I'm sick of this shit, you and you shit out the f**king closet
My name came on the f**king [Incomprehensible] too, nigga
I don't give a f**k, f**k that shit, you get the f**k out my lab
All these motherf**kers sleeping in the f**king living room
My seeds run into these motherf**kers
These niggaz are in their dirty, motherf**king socks and shit
f**king dirty toilet seats and shit, my seeds gotta sit on this shit
Get these motherf**kers out this motherf**king lab now
Get the f**k out, every last one of y'all motherf**kers
Get the f**k out my lab
Motherf**ker, don't make me pick up this bottle
Don't make me pick up this motherf**king bottle
Bastard, bastard, bastard
f**k you, bastard, bastard, bastard
Bastard, bastard, bastard
You're f**king dirty d**k, nigga
Yeah, you're f**king stupid, nigga
You're f**king stupid
You're f**king stupid
Now, that's right, tell that motherf**ker to call you back
'Cause you ain't going to steal this motherf**king phone
RZA - RZA As Bobby Digital In Stereo
May 1998
- Airwaves
- B.o.b.b.y
- Bobby Did It (Spanish Fly)
- Daily Routine
- Domestic Violence
- F*** What You Think
- Handwriting on the Wall
- Holocaust (Silkworm)
- Intro
- Kiss of a Black Widow
- Lab Drunk
- Love Jones
- Mantis
- My Lovin' Is Digi
- N.Y.CEverything
- Project Talk
- Slow Grind African
- Slow Grind French
- Slow Grind Italian
- Terrorist
- Unspoken Word
Domestic Violence