Dirty B**ch-Geto Boys

[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 *＇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**ch (What if they take your freedom Bill?) They can have that sh*t Now she wanna be friends - ain＇t that a b**ch? F**k you b**ch, I hate you b**ch! 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 hell, 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**ch [Chorus 2X: Bushwick Bill] Why you wanna bring me down Why you wanna bring me down, you dirty b**ch [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-a** biological father ever had That＇s why they called me dad Your own momma used to tell me not to f**k wit＇cha a** I messed around and got you pregnant, now I＇m stuck wit＇cha a** I gave you everything I had, didn＇t have to be forced Why the f**k you wanna take a ni**a to court? You dirty b**ch Tell me this, who paid the medical expense When your kids was sick, suck dick you f**kin whore Burned my car and my clothes, like you were Angela Bassett 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 a**, so go ＇head and file I can tell by your tone you think it＇s funny b**ch Where the f**k is my money b**ch? 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 bumpy? And you＇re the reason why them *z tried to jump me? At first I was cool with the split But you keep, callin my new b**ch, 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 slut, ain＇t worth a cigarette butt 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**ch [Chorus] - 2X [girl on the phone mouths off ＇til Bushwick breaks in] [Bushwick Bill] Ahh! someone call the police Yeah, take this b**ch, uh-huh, yeah motherf**ker yeah Yeah, yeah you f**kin, yeah b**ch! Yeah you f**kin..