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geto boys - dirty bitch lyrics

[foul mouthed girl yelling at bill on the phone]

[bushwick bill]
you can’t make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear
gotta start with the right material, to generate a useful idea
in other words, you can’t turn a ho into a housewife
try it, the b-tch’ll make you sock her in her mouth twice
it started out beautiful, but you was playin possum
to me, you was just a f–k, but our relationship blossomed
got attached to your kids, i loved ’em like my own
referred to your daughter as my daughter, your son as my son
called you my wife, even if it was common law
never saw a better creature in my life,
how could the one who stole my heart, make me reach for my knife
(why you reachin for your knife?) cause i’ma stab that b-tch
(what if they take your freedom bill?) they can have that sh-t
now she wanna be friends – ain’t that a b-tch?
f–k you b-tch, i hate you b-tch!
i wouldn’t care if you burned in a fire
crashed in a plane or got hit by a motherf–kin train
you make my life a livin h-ll, the sun’s out but it’s dark
you’re the devil, all you need is a pitchfork
i’m too short to take shorts
i’m havin seconds thoughts, the ride’s too scary, i gotta get off
i wish i never met you ho
i wanna hang you from a f–kin cliff and let go, you dirty b-tch

[chorus 2x: bushwick bill]
why you wanna bring me down
why you wanna bring me down, you dirty b-tch

[bushwick bill]
i once believed that i could save you, emotion was squandered
now go back to that f–kin rock you crawled from under
i did more fo’ yo’ kids, than they sorry–ss biological father ever had
that’s why they called me dad
your own momma used to tell me not to f–k wit’cha -ss
i messed around and got you pregnant, now i’m stuck wit’cha -ss
i gave you everything i had, didn’t have to be forced
why the f–k you wanna take a n-gg- to court? you dirty b-tch
tell me this, who paid the medical expense
when your kids was sick, suck d-ck you f–kin wh-r-
burned my car and my clothes, like you were angela b-ssett
i left town, you moved out, all you left was the mattress
now i’m hearin that you had another man all the while
when i see you i’ma beat your -ss, so go ‘head and file
i can tell by your tone you think it’s funny b-tch
where the f–k is my money b-tch? you ain’t runnin sh-t
i’ll hook you up like your kidneys failed
you think i give a f–k about sittin in jail?
you think i don’t know the ghetto streets are b-mpy?
and you’re the reason why them n-gg-z tried to jump me?
at first i was cool with the split
but you keep, callin my new b-tch, bein messy and sh-t
you can’t stand to see me happy, with or without you
had to rain on my parade, it was all a charade
you triflin sl-t, ain’t worth a cigarette b-tt
i shoulda left you where i found you, waitin on a bus
wanna drag you to a field and chop you up to the bone
you ain’t worth the f–kin ground i walk on, you dirty b-tch

[chorus] – 2x

[girl on the phone mouths off ’til bushwick breaks in]

[bushwick bill]
ahh! someone call the police
yeah, take this b-tch, uh-huh, yeah motherf–ker yeah
yeah, yeah you f–kin, yeah b-tch!
yeah you f–kin.

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