Buzz Killington and Eminem with a b??tch

My B¡tch
[Chorus: Both]
Sit when I say it, stay when I call,
Good for a hound, but degrading for y’all.
Fetch what I throw, crawl on the floor —
Cute for a spaniel, toxic for more.
[Verse 1: Eminem]
Yo, my b¡tch backstabbin’, trash baggin’, half-assed hag,
She drags my name through mud like it’s a hashtag flag.
Talk sweet, then cheat, receipts on the bed,
She eat lies for breakfast, spews venom I bled.
Manipulate, gaslight, every fight a set-up,
Got me boxed in, stress-test, veins all fed up.
She fake-smile, crocodile tears on command,
While her hands in my wallet like a contraband band.
Jealous of my mom, insults to my kid,
Every secret I kept — she sold that bid.
She a parasite, tick bite, roach in the sink,
Her soul black mold, make the whole house stink.
[Verse 2: Buzz Killington]
Why, splendid! Allow me to remark in genteel tones.
I, too, adore “my b¡tch” — though of a different bones.
She is a Labrador, with fur most lush,
A fine companion, whose loyalty is flush.
She greets me each morn with a wag of her tail,
Faithful in storm, steadfast in hail.
She retrieves the Times when I toss it away,
And nestles quite sweetly at the close of the day.
Where Eminem fumes of betrayal and spite,
I toast to the virtues of a b¡tch done right.
For hers is no treachery, nor venomous snare,
But canine devotion, beyond all compare.
[Chorus: Both]
Sit when I say it, stay when I call,
Good for a hound, but degrading for y’all.
Fetch what I throw, crawl on the floor —
Cute for a spaniel, toxic for more.
[Verse 3: Eminem]
She stole my trust fund, drained my veins dry,
Screamed “love forever” then kissed some guy.
Cooks with poison, bakes betrayal pies,
Every promise she makes is a guillotine lie.
She brag in the club how she wrecked my dome,
Turned my crib to a crypt, no place called home.
She devil incarnate, snake with a grin,
The b¡tch ain’t my partner, she’s original sin.
[Verse 4: Buzz Killington]
And meanwhile, dear listener, my b¡tch behaves sweet,
Padding softly behind me with four tiny feet.
She sits by the fireside, dignified, calm,
Her head in my lap is the world’s finest balm.
No schemes, no deceit, no insidious plot,
Just joy in the moment — and joy she has got!
I say with great pride, in top hat and stitch,
I love every second with my faithful b¡tch.
[Chorus: Both]
Sit when I say it, stay when I call,
Good for a hound, but degrading for y’all.
Fetch what I throw, crawl on the floor —
Cute for a spaniel, toxic for more.