เนื้อเพลง B*tch - D12

[Intro: Eminem]
B*tches always be all... gigglin and sh*t. (come on B*TCH)
But they get mad when there favorite song dont come on in the club.
Catch an attitude 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 somethin you probably won't hear on the radio
So when it comes on in the club it's one that everyone knows
And if I'm talking to fast it just means you're listening to 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*ckin drunk all you hear is the Beat da beat
I could be sayin anything Get ya ass on the floor
Wear the same pants that you wore from the day before
Baby and shake that ass like a whore

[Chorus]
Yeah i'm talkin to you B*TCH (get up and dance b*tch)
Wiggle that ass B*TCH (yeah thats 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 ass b*tch)
You little trash B*TCH (yeah thats it. yeah i called you a trash b*tch)
Not trailer trash SWITCH
Take the person you with and exchange partners

[Verse 2: Kuniva]
Tell me that it aint no hangin, and f*ck callin home
Untill you look at me before you answer the phone
When i flee, your ass can get as naked and be as free
As you wanna be freak
But i'm takin the key with me.
You aint gonna get sh*t, so dont even ask
Disrespect my wishes, i'll beat your ass
Watch me comin home floor eatin half of your doggy bag
And i leave laughin, while you callin 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 ass aint even ridin with Swift unless your goin
When i'm done, i throw you out and ask you where you goin

[Verse 3: Bizarre]
Hoe aint the only thing you call a girl
Sl*t, Tramp, (oh, how you doin sir?)
Ever since i was 8, i been startin to hate
I said f*ck the Ho's, started eatin cheese cake
Scrambled eggs and steak, strawberrys and grapes
Damn that sounds great, hold on wait (Bizzy)
Ok, back to the b*tches, wash the dishes after that
Give me stitches. a f*ckin half indian chick, s*ck my d*ck
This time tommorow, i wont remember sh*t
Got respect for a player, got on snoop gators
And they aint now and laters b*tch.

[Chorus]

[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 didnt you)
No you need friends girl, excuse him mr lick it
(aiiyo lets get this party crackin these b*tches aint got b*tches)
Now you know he didnt mean that (come on you seen that)
(she all whinin and sh*t, get this b*tch a kleenex)
(what did he say?)
Nothin, he said you seem stressed
(naw, you got a big b*tt)
And you wearin your nice dress(cuz i was gonna say)
(you wasn't gonna say sh*t)
(excuse me?)
He said Michael Jackson jus got another face lift
(dumb hoe)
(oh, n*gga!)
No, gumbo, he wanna cook it for you tonight
(b*tch, what up though jus f*ck for a buck, do somethin strange for change, maybe holla for a dolla, jus hop in the range)
(f*ck both yall n*ggas)
See i was tryin to be polite, stank ass trick (oh someone jackin off tonight)

[Verse 5: Proof]
Why you a b*tch but dont choke
I say the same to my momma
I got Christina, Brittany with me, sh*t
We bangin Madonna
Watch her strip you on that 10 b*tch aint got change for a dollar
Blow your tounge and give kiss on your mouth you came with a condom
Quick out is the motto and jus 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 damn you must be outta your weave
Hit the telly f*ck her belly you aint gotta go weak
Plus you wanna be a mattie you need a lot of more sleep
I'm a pimp b*tch dont be shy, show me them big tits
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 cuz men jus
Partyin bullsh*t till she gargle and swallow my d*ck
I'm takin the train to spain, don't bother callin b*tch

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Yeah, you heard me b*tch.
Did i stu-stu-studder stupid?
You aint listein to the words of this song anyways
All you do is listen to the beats with your dumbass (B*TCH)
Dancin, tryin to get a n*gga money in the club
With your stupid manuper self
I was talkin bout you Do-do
You, you dumb b*tch
YOU!
The one that want a drink but dont 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 TRYIN TO F*CK
IM JUS TRYIN TO F*CK B*TCH!

(D-Twizzy, Yeah. B*tch, B*tch)