nothin’ but a bitch lyrics – icp

[violent j]
straight out of warren, b*tch you a joke
sucking so much d*ck your f*cking lips smoke
with your silly *ss pretty boy rap
be muggin and thuggin sittin on dre’s lap.

[shaggy 2 dope]
pull a gat on my thug, no bullets or nothing,
you shaking, stumbling,
nervous, fumbling,
scared to death, screamin for help,
so d*mn shook you almost shot yourself.

little radio thug with your preppy smile,
got everybody hoppin outta 35 miles,
tellin us we fake little f*ggot (?),
i’ma knock your teeth out the back of your neck.

[shaggy (violent j)]
you might have little girls cryin and sh*t,
but the detroit thugs aint buying your sh*t.
(run your *ss back to dr dre and open your b*tt)
little groupie *ss boy get f*cked!

[chorus – j]
dumb*ss (dumb*ss),
b*tch*ss (b*tch*ss),
weak*ss (weak*ss),
eminem ain’t nothing but a b*tch (b*tch)
eminem ain’t nothing but a b*tch (b*tch)
weak*ss (mark*ss),
punk*ss (punk*ss),
b*tch*ss (b*tch*ss),
eminem ain’t nothing but a b*tch (b*tch)
sissy *ss radio b*tch (b*tch)

wait a minute don’t run, what’s up with that?
i’m just trying to give you this 300 bucks back,
that you gave to twiztid so you could open up their show
you little p*ssy *ss hoe!

look at us dog who put us on the map?
3 plat, 2 gold, and we still like that,
we did it alone without a d.r.e
but he owns and knows your b*tt like a p*ssy.

husband!, tell me where she at,
everybody be f*cking that b*tch you don’t see that?
i know 3 people she f*cked on you,
up at hotrocks, she be f*cking b*tches too!

you told the world you gonna kill the sl*t,
then you on tv licking her b*tt,
be careful your probly gonna taste my nut,
cause even i be f*cking that b*tch raw… like what!


[j (monoxide child) {eminem impersonation}]

(i remember your *ss, st. andrews hall),
handing out your flyers {come one come all,
come to my show}, i looked at it, what?
right there: insane clown posse might show up.

what the f*ck kind of rapper could be that lame?
only way you draw people is to use our name?
i could have just f*cked you up right there,
but i let it p*ss,i felt bad for ya b*tch *ss!

everytime i met you your suckin d*ck,
now your on the pop charts suckin d*ck,
you’ll be suckin d*ck for eternity,
look at your mouth, it look like a p*ssy!

[shaggy (j)]
i know that slim *n*s got to you,
(yeah only because it was so d*mn true),
i think of your daughter, it makes me sad,
she got a wh*r* for a mama… and a b*tch *ss dad!

[chorus w/ variations]

b*tch (b*tch!)
b*tch (b*tch!)
b*tch (b*tch!)
b*tch (b*tch!)
eminem ain’t nothing but a b*tch (b*tch!)
mainstream pretty boy beeeeeeeeaaaaatch (b*tch!)

[fades w/ violent j speaking]
sucka *ss mother f*cka,
hitler *ss haircut,
b*tch*ss mother f*cking
boyband *ss top 40 casey casem
carson daly d*ck suckin m*th* f*cka

/ icp lyrics