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deb: hey baby i’m outta here i’m goin’ to work.
b-tch: b-tch you know you ain’t goin’ to no motherf-ckin’ work! you
prob’ly goin’ ’round one of them long c-ck slimy hoes’
motherf-ckin’ house!
deb: oh you callin’ me a liar b-tch? i’ll f-ck you up in herend!
b-tch: who you gon’ f-ck up? you gon’ get f-cked up! i’m tired every
time i motherf-ckin’ turn around a b-tch comin’ to me talkin’
’bout, you f-ckin’ with them…
deb: hey, hold up, hold up, check this out…

verse 1: debonaire
when you first moved in, you ain’t talked so slick
all you had to do was clean and take d-ck
knowin’ that deb would bring home the bacon
everything was cool, but now you break him
sayin’ how i don’t take you out
like when we first met, but think about
this motherf-cker that bought you a crib
comin’ home to fast food instead of home-cooked ribs
i ain’t complain what you doing
talkin’ ’bout sh-t like your period’s on
sayin’ how i spend too much time
away from you with those friends of mine
a n-gg- will be a n-gg-
and a hoe will think that he’s trying to egg her
so, b-tch, you better get it straight
before you become the b-tch that i hate

b-tch: jt, i ain’t with that sh-t! how you gon’ be a dog and don’t
even know it ’round here, bullsh-ttin’ me like that? you got me
f-cked up! i deserve better bullsh-t than that! i ain’t with
all that f-ck-sh-t, talkin’ ’bout, “i don’t do this, i don’t do
that,” man, you better come clean with that f-ck-sh-t! you
know better than that!
jt: hold up, hold up, let me straighten all this sh-t right here!

verse 2: jt money
constantly naggin’ ’bout the things i don’t do
but while i’m out workin’, where the f-ck are you?
you lay around my house, you ain’t doin’ sh-t
matter fact, you startin’ to make me sick
always b-tchin’, cryin’, yellin’, and tryin’
to tell me how i’m doin’ you wrong but you’re lyin’
so be quiet, stop singin’ the blues
’cause i know plenty hoes who wanna be in your shoes
so if i was you, baby, i’d just chill
’cause if i don’t work, who’d pay the bills?
you sure don’t work, so save that cr-p
all you do is make love and can’t do that
you better sit y’b-tt down and rest your nerves
before you find your sh-t somewhere out on the curb
think about it, and get your sh-t straight
before you become the b-tch that i hate

b-tch: deb, yo’ motherf-ckin’ -ss think you slick, but i know you
and that ol’ raggly–ss friend of yours, jt, be out there
f-ckin’ them – ole, maybe one-dollar, two-dollar–ss
motherf-ckin’ hoes, but i know one thing, you better not bring
nothin’ home to me that penicillin can’t motherf-ckin’ cure, b-tch!
deb: sh-t, i know you better stop that b-tchin’ and get yo’ -ss in the
kitchen!
b-tch: motherf-cker, you try and get your motherf-ckin’ -ss
in the…
deb: hold up, hold up, check it…

verse 3: debonaire
constantly sayin’ “i think you’ a jerk”;
that i’m lyin’ ’bout the hours i work
sayin’ there must be another ‘roni
well, i’ma say it, instead of bein’ phony
every motherf-cker fools around
definitely, and it may sound
crazy, but most b-tches say,
if they gettin’ paid, then the sh-t’s ok
you gettin’ cash and taken care of
it’s a fact that you should be aware of
and stop worryin’ ’bout the next hoe
’cause you on top, and she’s way below
so you better had get it straight,
before you become the b-tch that i hate

b-tch: you silk-suit-wearin’ motherf-ckers! you don’t even ask
me to come to your motherf-ckin’ shows! you must be out there
f-ckin’ them groupie–ss hoes! when y’-ss come home, y’sh-t
don’t even get on hard, motherf-cker…
jt: hey, what the f-ck you talkin’ ’bout?
b-tch:… motherf-cker, don’t even try to cut me off! you know
what the f-ck i’m talking bout!
jt: godd-mn, baby, just listen to this sh-t!
b-tch: you listen to that sh-t i just said!

verse 4: jt money
now we’ve been through all this sh-t before
once i say it this time, i won’t say it no more
it’s a part of my job to take long trips
but when i get home, i’m gettin’ flip of the lip
you’re never home, and hard to find
and still talkin’ ’bout, i don’t spend time
with you. now tell me, who’s duckin’ who?
if you ask me, another n-gg-‘s f-ckin’ you
so save that cr-p, don’t try to front
i give you everything that you could possibly want
without me, where would you be?
takin’ care of you sure ain’t my responsibility
so hush your mouth, and kill that sh-t,
or find somebody else to stay with
now think about that, and get your sh-t straight
before you become the b-tch that i hate

- poison clan

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