Текст песни Poison Clan - The Bitch That I Hate
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DEB: Hey baby, I`m outta here, I`m goin` to work.BITCH: Bitch, you know you ain`t goin` to no motherfuckin` work! You prob`ly goin` `round one of them long-cock slimy hoes` motherfuckin` house!DEB: Oh, you callin` me a liar, bitch? I`ll fuck you up in here!BITCH: Who you gon` fuck up? You gon` GET fucked up! I`m tired, every time I motherfuckin` turn around, a bitch comin` to me talkin` `bout, you fuckin` with them ...DEB: Hey, hold up, hold up, check this out ...Verse 1: DebonaireWhen you first moved in, you ain`t talked so slickAll you had to do was clean and take dickKnowin` that Deb would bring home the baconEverything was cool, but now you break himSayin` how I don`t take you outLike when we first met, but think aboutThis motherfucker that bought you cribsComin` home to fast food instead of home-cooked ribsI ain`t complained, but you go onTalkin` `bout shit like your period`s onSayin` how I spend too much timeAway from you with those friends of mineA nigga will be a niggaAnd a hoe will think that he`s trying to egg herSo, bitch, you better get it straightBefore you become the bitch that I hateBITCH: JT, I ain`t with that shit! How you gon` be a dog and don`t even know it `round here, bullshittin` me like that? You got me fucked up! I deserve better bullshit than that! I ain`t with all that fuck-shit, talkin` `bout, "I don`t do this, I don`t do that," man, you better come clean with that fuck-shit! You know better than that!JT: Hold up, hold up, let me straighten all this shit right here!Verse 2: JT MoneyConstantly naggin` `bout the things I don`t doBut while I`m out workin`, where the fuck are you?You lay around my house, you ain`t doin` shitMatter fact, you startin` to make me sickAlways bitchin`, 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 shoesSo if I was you, baby, I`d just chill`Cause if I don`t work, who`ll pay the bills?You sure don`t work, so say that crapAll you do is make love and can`t do thatYou better sit y`butt down and rest your nervesBefore you find your shit somewhere out on the curbThink about it, and get your shit straightBefore you become the bitch that I hateBITCH: Deb, yo` motherfuckin` ass think you slick, but I know you and that ol` raggly-ass friend of yours, JT, be out there fuckin` them - oh, maybe one-dollar, two-dollar-ass motherfuckin` hoes, but I know one thing, you better not bring nothin` home to me that penicillin can`t motherfuckin` cure, bitch!DEB: Shit, I know you better stop that bitchin` and get yo` ass in the kitchen!BITCH: Motherfucker, you try and get YOUR motherfuckin` ass in the ...DEB: Hold up, hold up, check it ...Verse 3: DebonaireConstantly sayin` "I think you` a jerk";That I`m lyin` `bout the hours I workSayin` there must be another onlyWell, I`ma say, instead of bein` phonyEvery motherfucker fools aroundDefinitely, and it may soundCrazy, but most bitches say, If they gettin` paid, then their shit`s OKYou gettin` cash and taken care ofIt`s a fact that you should be aware ofAnd stop worryin` `bout the next hoe`Cause you on top, and she`s way belowSo you better had get it straight,Before you become the bitch that I hateBITCH: You silk-suit-wearin` motherfuckers! You don`t even ask me to come to your motherfuckin` shows! You must be out there fuckin` them groupie-ass hoes! When y`ass come home, y`shit don`t even get all hard, motherfucker ...JT: Hey, what the fuck you talkin` `bout??BITCH: ... motherfucker, don`t even try to cut me off! You know what the fuck up!JT: GodDAMN, baby, just listen to this shit!BITCH: You listen to that shit I just said!Verse 4: JT MoneyNow we`ve been through all this shit beforeOnce I say it this time, I won`t say it no moreIt`s a part of my job to take long tripsBut when I get back, I`m gettin` flip of the lipYou`re never home, and hard to findAnd still talkin` `bout, I don`t spend timeWith you. Now tell me, who`s duckin` who?If you ask me, another nigga`s fuckin` youSo say that crap, don`t try to frontI gave you everything that you could possibly wantWithout me, where would you be?Takin` care of you sure ain`t my responsibilitySo hush your mouth, and kill that shit,Or find somebody else to stay withNow think about that, and get your shit straightBefore you become the bitch that I hate