Domestic Violence chords and lyrics - RZA

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[Verse 1]
[Em][RZA]
You ain't shhh
Ya momma [E]ain't shhh
Your daddy ain't [Em]shit
Your pussy [E]ain't shhh
Bitch, you ain't shhh
[Em]Your frien[E]ds ain't shh
Your whip ain't shh[Em]h
Pocketbook ain't [E]shhh
You talk that shhh
But girl you ain't shhh
[D#]Your momma[E] ain't shhh,
your daddy [Em]ain't [E]shhh
You talkin' shit girl,
your pussy ain't shit
Your friends ain't shit,
you whip ain't shhh
[Em]You see these [E]wizards out here,
trynna floss like
I wear the pants dada, I'm the boss papa
I'm a Survivor! I play the course dada
They got the little toy vibrators on there speed,
chacha
See I don't need a man,
don't need to see a man
But [Am]it seems to me [E]ho,
you want to be a man
You Tinkerbell and your
girlfriend is Peter Pan
Strap on the KY Jelly,
you want to eat ya friend
[Big Gipp]
I know the type,
[F]come down and take a little pip[E]e
[Eb]Then run u[E]p and call me cupcakes[F],
say "I didn't fuck you right"
[E]Shit, call me now, [F]like that bitch on the
[E]tube with the tarot cards
[F]'cause, mushy gushy still goin
for sale on the Boulevard
[E]Now I did[Em] n't I see,[E]
didn't I [Em]see you walk on the p[E]orno f[D#]licks
[E]Giv[F]in' brain at [Em]the [F]same,
[E]give no bumper hit
Get them bent across [F]seas,
damn near done [Em]rapped the [F]world[E]
[F]And you qualify,
my book [E]here's a nasty girl
[Chorus: Big Gipp]
You ain't shit, yo [Em]mama ain't [E]shit
[Em]Yo daddy[E] ain't[Em] shit,[F]
yo pussy ain't [Em]shit, [E]bitch
You ain't [Em]shit, your friend[E]s ain't shit
Your whip ain't shit,
pocketbook [Em]ain't [E]shit
[Chorus: RZA]
You ain't shit, yo daddy ain't shit
Yo mama ain't shit,
and yo pussy ain't shit, bitch
You ain't shit, your friends ain't shit
Your whip ain't shit,
pocketbook ain't shit, bitch
[Big Gipp]
Hey Bobby, I know this loot gob[F]bler,
hard knobber
More [D#]peaches than [E]cobbler,
[F]corner [E]store [Em]soliciter
Drawers [F]up her ass wipe, [E]what you want
and what you need,
and what you [Em]get is [E]two different things
Pulled [Em]over, [E]Pea Street,
and [F]put the bitch out in the rain
[E]Lost your mind,
[F]ya 409, riding the [E]short yellow bus
Gipp ain't never been touched,
left insane, drunk off of (?) lush
Hush, [F]shit- kicker licker,
stronger than Wild Turkey [D#]liquor
[E]Tryin to entice her, [F]movin to hit her,
[E]but I'd [F]rather for[E]get her nigga
[RZA]
Bodododo, plus her knees be purple,
Gipp, she like to gurgle gurgle
And goggle, goggle,
slurpy slurp and she swallow swallow
I met this Caramel Sundae,
her name was Betty Boo
She put her period blood in her
spaghetti stew (fuck no! fuck no!)
I knew her mama, her papa,
plus her naughty daughter
She filled her baby's [F]ba-
ba up with [E]toilet water
And Sun Dew,
the whole Clan used to run threw
Her Power you,
then just [Am]bless her [F]wit the [E]hair doo
Bitch, I pack a horse dick,
plus you know my chain is frosted
One fuck from the [Am]apple [F]head
[E]and shorty lost it
[Chorus: RZA]
'cause you ain't shit, yo mama ain't shit
Yo daddy ain't shit,
yo cousins ain't shit, bitch
You ain't shit, yo [Em]whip [E]ain't shit
Pocketbook ain't shit and yo friends ain't shit,
bitch
[Chorus: Big Gipp]
You ain't shit, yo folks ain't shit
Yo lawyer ain't shit,
yo bumper [F]car [E]ain't shit, bitch
You ain't shit, yo boyfriend ain't shit
[D#]Your last [E]name ain't shit,
your whole [F]family ain't shit, [E]bitch
[Outro: [F]RZA]
Fuckin' around, nigga [E]from Israel[D#]
[E]Bobby Di[F]gital, [E]Big Gipp a k a Mute
[E]
Straight from the underground,

[Outro 1]
we gone
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