I think much like another song “Anti-Matter” (that's also on the same album as this song), this one is also is inspired by a horrifying van crash the band experienced on Nov 3, 2022. This, much like the other track, sounds like it's an extension what they shared while huddled in the wreckage, as they helped frontman Garrett Russell stem the bleeding from his head wound while he was under the temporary effects of a concussion. The track speaks of where the mind goes at the most desperate & desolate of times, when it just about slips away to all but disconnect itself, and the aftermath.
Now a days everybody want to talk
But nothing comes out when they moving they lips
Just a bunch of jibberish
And muthafuckers act like Eminem ain't gay
Everybody forgot
What happened?
What up Dre?
Yeah
It's all about Dre
It's all about Dre
Compton's in the house
Yeah that's right
Compton is in the house
Come here pull down your panties you little bitch
Alright hold up dawg
Go easy on me and shit
You about ripped my asshole last time
Take some of this Compton dick
Let me take off this white shirt so you can see my bird chest
You want to be famous?
Uh huh
Then spread that bitch ass
It's all about Dre
Yeah, Compton
Ahh dawg you hurting me dawg
You the tightest Detroit rapper you little bitch
You ripping my asshole dawg
Hold on a second, wait don't bust
Wait, oh ahh dawg
Take all this compton dick
Hold on, don't bust
Do it on my lip like a milk ad
Compton's in that ass
It's all about Dre
It's all about Dre ahh shit
You want to be famous you little bitch?
Don't tell Kim dawg, please
It's all about Dre
Now get the fuck out of here
Ahh shit
Bitch boy muthafucka
You might have those 11 year old groupies believing your shit
But you ain't fooling nobody bitch
You a mother fucking bitch
Yeah suck my dick
You ain't never shot at us with no paint balls
Matter of fact you can come get these painted balls muthafucka
Come get these Juggalo painted balls bitch
You ain't never chased us out of no club bitch
The only club you ever chased anybody out of was a gay bar bitch
Straight outta Warren
Bitch you a joke
Sucking so much dick your fucking lips smoke
With your silly ass pretty boy rap
Mean mugging and thugging sitting on Dre's lap
You pull a gat on my dawg
No bullets or nuthing
You shaking, stumbling, nervous fumbling
Scared to death, screaming for help
So damn shook you almost shot yourself
Little radio thug with your preppy smile
Got everybody hopping out at 35 mile
Telling us we fake little faggot bet
I'ma gonna knock your teeth out the back of your neck
You might have little girls crying and shit
But the Detroit thugs ain't buying your shit
Run you ass back to Dr. Dre, and open your butt
You little goofy ass boy get fucked
Dumb ass, hoe ass, wack ass, fake ass, weak ass, hoe ass
Biatttcccchh!
Eminem ain't nuthin' but a bitch, BITCH!
Eminem ain't nuthin' but a bitch, BITCH!
Weak ass, fake ass, mark ass, punk ass, bitch ass, fag ass
Biatttcccchh!
Eminem ain't nuthin' but a bitch, BITCH!
Sissy ass radio bitch, BITCH!
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 they show
You little pussy ass hoe
Look at us dawg
Who put us on the map?
3 plat 2 gold, and we still like that
We did it alone
Without a DRE
But he owns you, and fucks your butt like a pussy
Husband, tell me where she at?
Everybody be fucking that bitch
You don't see that?
I know three people she fucked on you
Up at Hot Rock's she be fucking bitches too
You told the world you gonna kill the slut
Then you're on TV licking her butt
Be careful you probably gonna taste my nut
Cause even I be fucking that bitch raw like whut
Dumb ass, hoe ass, wack ass, fake ass, weak ass, hoe ass
Biatttcccchh!
Eminem ain't nuthin' but a bitch, BITCH!
Eminem ain't nuthin' but a bitch, BITCH!
Weak ass, fake ass, mark ass, punk ass, bitch ass, fag ass
Biatttcccchh!
Eminem ain't nuthin' but a bitch, BITCH!
Preppy ass teeny bop bitch, BITCH!
I remember your ass at Saint Andrew's 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 fuck kinda rapper could be that lame?
The only way to draw people is use our name
I could've just've fucked you up right there
But I let it pass, I felt bad for your bitch ass
Bitch when I met you, you were sucking dick
Now your on the pop charts sucking dick
You'll be sucking dick for eternity
Look at your mouth, it look like a pussy
I know that Slim Anus got to you
Yeah, only because it was so damn true
When I think of your daughter it makes me sad
She got a whore for a momma
And a bitch ass dad!
Dumb ass, hoe ass, wack ass, fake ass, weak ass, hoe ass
Biatttcccchh!
Eminem ain't nuthin' but a bitch, BITCH!
Eminem ain't nuthin' but a bitch, BITCH!
Weak ass, fake ass, mark ass, punk ass, bitch ass, fag ass
Biatttcccchh!
Eminem ain't nuthin' but a bitch, BITCH!
Preppy ass teeny bop bitch, BITCH!
Top 40 pussy rap bitch, BITCH!
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Eminem ain't nuthin' but a bitch, BITCH!
Eminem ain't nothin' but a bitch, BITCH!
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Eminem ain't nuthin' but a bitch, BITCH!
Mainstream pretty boy biatttcccchh, BITCH!
Sucker ass
Mother fucker
Hitler ass haircut
Bitch ass mother fucking boy band ass
Top 40 Casey Casem, Carson Daly pig fucker
But nothing comes out when they moving they lips
Just a bunch of jibberish
And muthafuckers act like Eminem ain't gay
Everybody forgot
What happened?
What up Dre?
Yeah
It's all about Dre
It's all about Dre
Compton's in the house
Yeah that's right
Compton is in the house
Come here pull down your panties you little bitch
Alright hold up dawg
Go easy on me and shit
You about ripped my asshole last time
Take some of this Compton dick
Let me take off this white shirt so you can see my bird chest
You want to be famous?
Uh huh
Then spread that bitch ass
It's all about Dre
Yeah, Compton
Ahh dawg you hurting me dawg
You the tightest Detroit rapper you little bitch
You ripping my asshole dawg
Hold on a second, wait don't bust
Wait, oh ahh dawg
Take all this compton dick
Hold on, don't bust
Do it on my lip like a milk ad
Compton's in that ass
It's all about Dre
It's all about Dre ahh shit
You want to be famous you little bitch?
Don't tell Kim dawg, please
It's all about Dre
Now get the fuck out of here
Ahh shit
Bitch boy muthafucka
You might have those 11 year old groupies believing your shit
But you ain't fooling nobody bitch
You a mother fucking bitch
Yeah suck my dick
You ain't never shot at us with no paint balls
Matter of fact you can come get these painted balls muthafucka
Come get these Juggalo painted balls bitch
You ain't never chased us out of no club bitch
The only club you ever chased anybody out of was a gay bar bitch
Straight outta Warren
Bitch you a joke
Sucking so much dick your fucking lips smoke
With your silly ass pretty boy rap
Mean mugging and thugging sitting on Dre's lap
You pull a gat on my dawg
No bullets or nuthing
You shaking, stumbling, nervous fumbling
Scared to death, screaming for help
So damn shook you almost shot yourself
Little radio thug with your preppy smile
Got everybody hopping out at 35 mile
Telling us we fake little faggot bet
I'ma gonna knock your teeth out the back of your neck
You might have little girls crying and shit
But the Detroit thugs ain't buying your shit
Run you ass back to Dr. Dre, and open your butt
You little goofy ass boy get fucked
Dumb ass, hoe ass, wack ass, fake ass, weak ass, hoe ass
Biatttcccchh!
Eminem ain't nuthin' but a bitch, BITCH!
Eminem ain't nuthin' but a bitch, BITCH!
Weak ass, fake ass, mark ass, punk ass, bitch ass, fag ass
Biatttcccchh!
Eminem ain't nuthin' but a bitch, BITCH!
Sissy ass radio bitch, BITCH!
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 they show
You little pussy ass hoe
Look at us dawg
Who put us on the map?
3 plat 2 gold, and we still like that
We did it alone
Without a DRE
But he owns you, and fucks your butt like a pussy
Husband, tell me where she at?
Everybody be fucking that bitch
You don't see that?
I know three people she fucked on you
Up at Hot Rock's she be fucking bitches too
You told the world you gonna kill the slut
Then you're on TV licking her butt
Be careful you probably gonna taste my nut
Cause even I be fucking that bitch raw like whut
Dumb ass, hoe ass, wack ass, fake ass, weak ass, hoe ass
Biatttcccchh!
Eminem ain't nuthin' but a bitch, BITCH!
Eminem ain't nuthin' but a bitch, BITCH!
Weak ass, fake ass, mark ass, punk ass, bitch ass, fag ass
Biatttcccchh!
Eminem ain't nuthin' but a bitch, BITCH!
Preppy ass teeny bop bitch, BITCH!
I remember your ass at Saint Andrew's 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 fuck kinda rapper could be that lame?
The only way to draw people is use our name
I could've just've fucked you up right there
But I let it pass, I felt bad for your bitch ass
Bitch when I met you, you were sucking dick
Now your on the pop charts sucking dick
You'll be sucking dick for eternity
Look at your mouth, it look like a pussy
I know that Slim Anus got to you
Yeah, only because it was so damn true
When I think of your daughter it makes me sad
She got a whore for a momma
And a bitch ass dad!
Dumb ass, hoe ass, wack ass, fake ass, weak ass, hoe ass
Biatttcccchh!
Eminem ain't nuthin' but a bitch, BITCH!
Eminem ain't nuthin' but a bitch, BITCH!
Weak ass, fake ass, mark ass, punk ass, bitch ass, fag ass
Biatttcccchh!
Eminem ain't nuthin' but a bitch, BITCH!
Preppy ass teeny bop bitch, BITCH!
Top 40 pussy rap bitch, BITCH!
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Eminem ain't nuthin' but a bitch, BITCH!
Eminem ain't nothin' but a bitch, BITCH!
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Eminem ain't nuthin' but a bitch, BITCH!
Mainstream pretty boy biatttcccchh, BITCH!
Sucker ass
Mother fucker
Hitler ass haircut
Bitch ass mother fucking boy band ass
Top 40 Casey Casem, Carson Daly pig fucker
Lyrics submitted by MyAntiDrugIsSuicide
Nuttin' But a Bitch Thang Lyrics as written by Frederick Knight Cordozar Calvin Broadus
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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Guys, if you don't like the damn band, then don't go and please don't leave a comment. We Juggalos aren't gonna stop liking ICP just because a dumbass tells us to. And don't give me any closed minded shit. I DO listen to classic rock. I like it, but I like ICP more. Honestly, I don't bind myself to a genre or a band. I give ALL music a chance. I decide by song, not by band. Not by style. Simply with my ears. Now go to hell. Aight?