b*tches (Bass-ment Cuts) lyrics

[Intro: Violent J]
*Baby crying*
Hey, hey, shh. Be quiet. Be quiet. Ay ay ay ay ay, shut up. Hey, shut up. Hey! Hey! Hey, shut the f*ck up! Hey, shut the f*ck up! Hey, b*tch, come here and take care of this f*ck- You want me to ki- Now, shut the- shut the f*ck up!

[Verse: Violent J]
b*tches, hoes, sl*ts, and skeezers
Skanky-ass whores, I can't forget your either
You can say I'm degrading toward women
But they always seem to let me travel up in 'em
Will I hit a woman? What you think?
I'll hit a f*cking b*tch like her name was Frank
In the 50's, when you're necked, you got lucky
Today you'll put a gun up to they head, and you'll say "f*ck me"
A mother f*cker like J don't need a gun
I just whip out the pipe, and I watch 'em run
Up to me, through me, sayin' go through me
Nine months she's at my door, and the b*tch is trying to sue me
You know I ain't havin' that bullsh*t
So I sent the b*tch home with a fat lip, yo
V-I-O-L-E-N-T
Dumb dumb, you can't even f*ck with me
Outta women I respect, just a chosen few
And one of them b*tches sure as f*ck ain't you
Pimping, playing, hauling, balling, b*tches by the dozens
Like Jeff Allen and his f*cking cousin
Stacks and stacks, so many to pick from
Callin' 'em up so we can go and di*k 'em
Driving to my house during the talk zone
And then after I hit it, I'll make your ass walk home
You're crying but I think it's kinda funny
That I wouldn't give your ass no bus money
At night I have dreams that I'm waxing
Superstar, freaky ass, big butt Janet Jackson
I don't even need to tell you what I'd do to her
I'd come at her so fast, my di*k would go clean through her
I'd f*ck her sister, her aunt, and her mother
The only Jackson that I wouldn't f*ck is her brother
But I can't have Janet, so I'll take what I can get
A strung out, ragged-on crackhead b*tch
And they bodies so sh*tty
Skinny as f*ck, and she only got one titty
I'm headed to the suburbs to find some
So I brung along my boys to help me grind 'em
b*tches, b*tches, b*tches, and more
Rapping with a b*tch at the grocery store
The way she talked gave me an erection
So you know I had to f*ck her in the meat section
I gave that b*tch all that I got
She had her eyes closed so I f*cked her with a lamb chop
Nobody can mack like J does
I'd f*ck a girl that's sober, leave her with a buzz
I'm gonna get me a b*tch from Thailand
'Cause all b*tches over there do is pray to their man
Yo, 'cause b*tches here are too f*cking sad
Come home and find your freak in the sack with your dad
Saying they were lonely and needed to be held
f*ck off, b*tch, that's why your eye got swelled
Yeah you beat her ass something crazy
You woulda killed her ass, but you was kinda lazy
Every time I see a b*tch, she's always crying
That's the main f*cking reason that the fists are always flyin'
Cause you ain't a god damn baby no more
So why don't you grow the f*ck up, you sorry-ass f*cking whore?
If you drive a piece of sh*t and you're not rich
Than you gots no women, explain that, b*tch
That's why I always dig the crackheads
Cause them b*tches think your rich as long as you ain't dead
Yo, I gots no problem anyway
I can have any b*tch, 'cause I'm Violent J
So before you make that hitch
Be sure it ain't with that average b*tch
[Outro]
Hey man, look at that skank over there
Have you ever seen an uglier b*tch in your life, man?
It looks like somebody socked her in her f*cking face with a bag of f*cking rocks
Man, look at that Hey, b*tch you look like you got hit by a train, ho
Hey, f*ck you, come here and suck my nuts, b*tch
That b*tch's crawling off the streets man, ho
Hey. Hey b*tch get the f*ck off my car, f*cking skank, look at that
Hey, b*tch, you ever been smacked before, ho?
Come here, let me smack your ho f*cking ass