Bitch

Intro: Eminem

B**ches always be all gigglin and sh*t （come on BITCH）

But they get mad when there favorite song don't 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**ch

Jew Ja Jaw Jaw Da Dun Jew Ja

You just made me mess up B**ch

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**kin drunk all you hear is the Beat da beat

I could be sayin anything Get ya a** on the floor

Wear the same pants that you wore from the day before

Baby and shake that a** like a whore

Chorus

Yeah i'm talkin to you B**CH （get up and dance bitch）

Wiggle that a** B**CH （yeah thats it yeah i called you a bitch）

What you going to do about it B**CH

Sit there and cry like a little B**CH B**CH

Get up and dance B**CH （wiggle that a** bitch）

You little trash B**CH （yeah thats it yeah i called you a trash bitch）

Not trailer trash SWITCH

Take the person you with and exchange partners

Verse 2: Kuniva

Tell me that it ain't no hangin and f**k callin home

Untill you look at me before you answer the phone

When i flee your a** can get as naked and be as free

As you wanna be freak

But i'm takin the key with me

You ain't gonna get sh*t so don't even ask

Disrespect my wishes i'll beat your a**

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 a** ain't 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 ain't the only thing you call a girl

Slut Tramp （oh how you doin sir ）

Ever since i was 8 i been startin to hate

I said f**k 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**ches wash the dishes after that

Give me stitches a f**kin half indian chick suck my dick

This time tommorow i won't remember sh*t

Got respect for a player got on snoop gators

And they ain't now and laters b**ch

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**ches ain't got bitches）

Now you know he didnt mean that （come on you seen that）

（she all whinin and sh*t get this b**ch a kleenex）

（what did he say ）

Nothin he said you seem stressed

（naw you got a big butt）

And you wearin your nice dress（cuz i was gonna say）

（you wasn't gonna say shit）

（excuse me ）

He said Michael Jackson jus got another face lift

（dumb hoe）

（oh ni**a ）

No gumbo he wanna cook it for you tonight

（bitch what up though jus f**k for a buck do somethin strange for change maybe holla for a dolla jus hop in the range）

（f**k both yall niggas）

See i was tryin to be polite stank a** trick （oh someone jackin off tonight）

Verse 5: Proof

Why you a b**ch but don't 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**ch ain't 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 won't get down on your knees

You won't some money honey damn you must be outta your weave

Hit the telly f**k her belly you ain't gotta go weak

Plus you wanna be a mattie you need a lot of more sleep

I'm a pimp b**ch don't be shy show me them big tits

Your lipstick i want it smeared all on my limp dick

For instance busting nuts is only my interest

So princess don't get your feelings hurt cuz men jus

Partyin b******t till she gargle and swallow my dick

I'm takin the train to spain don't bother callin b**ch

Chorus

Outro

Yeah you heard me b**ch

Did i stu-stu-studder stupid

You ain't listein to the words of this song anyways

All you do is listen to the beats with your dumbass （BITCH）

Dancin tryin to get a ni**a money in the club

With your stupid manuper self

I was talkin bout you Do-do

You you dumb b**ch

YOU

The one that want a drink but don't 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**K

I'm JUS TRYIN TO F**K B**CH

（D-Twizzy Yeah B**ch Bitch）

***Lyrics are from third-parties***