Obie, Yo?
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Obie Trice:
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I’m sick
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Eminem:
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Damn, you straight dogg?
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Obie Trice — B W Chorus
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Coughing
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Bitches
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Getting sick
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That’s why I ain’t got no time
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For these games and stupid tricks
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All these b*tches on my d*ck
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That’s how dudes be getting sick
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That’s how d*cks' be getting drips
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Falling victim’s to this sh*t
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From these b*tches on our d*cks
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F*cking chickens with no ribs
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That’s why I aint got no time
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Obie Trice:
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Yo, I woke up, f*cked up off the liquor I drunk
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I hadda bag of tha skunk, one and last night’s tunk
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Pus8y residue was on my penis, Denise, from the Cleaners
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F*cked me good, you should’ve seen us
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Big booty b*tch, switch unbearable, french role styling, body like a stallion
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Sizing up the figure, while my sh*t getting bigger
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Debating on to f*ck her, do I wanna be a ni*ga
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Caressing this b*tch, plus I’m checking out them tits
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Sipping on that fine sh*t, I ain’t use to buying
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I gotta hit it from behind, it’s mandatory
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Like taking ho’s money, but that’s another story
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For surely your pu*sy on toast, after we toast
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Our clothes fell like Bishop and Juice
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The womb beater, clean pu*sy eater, inserting my john
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In that spot hotter than the hottest block, don’t stop!
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Response I got when I was knocking it
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Clocks steading ticking, kinky finger licking
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The cannon, seen us at my temple when she moans
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I gotta slow down before I cum soon
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And work that nigga, like a slave owner
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When I dropped off my outfit, she knew I wanted to bone her
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She foaming at the lips, the ones between the hips
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Pubic hair’s looking like some sour cream dip
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Without the nacho, my dick hit the spot though
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Pussy tighter than conditions of his black folks
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Being a vinyl stretched, the last part of sex
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I bust a fat a*s nut — then I woke up next
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Like, what the f*ck is going on here?
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This b*tch evapourated, pus*y and all just picked up and vaccated
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And now I’m frustrated cause my dick was unprotected
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And doctor Wesley telling me I ain’t really got that sh*t
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That’s why I ain’t got no time
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For these games and stupid tricks
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All these b*tches on my d*ck
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That’s how dudes be getting sick
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That’s how d*cks' be getting drips
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Falling victim’s to this sh*t
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From these b*tches on our d*cks
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F*cking chickens with no ribs
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That’s why I aint got no time
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Eminem:
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Now I don’t wanna hit no women when this chicks got it coming
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Someone better get this b*tch before she gets kicked in the stomach
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And she’s pregnant, but she’s egging me on, begging me to throw her
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Off the steps on this porch, my only weapon is force
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And I don’t wanna resort to violence of any sort
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But why’s she shoving me for? |
Doesn’t she love me no more?
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Wasn’t she hugging me four minutes ago at the door?
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Man I’m this close to going toe to toe with this wh*re
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What would you do if she was telling you she wants a divorce
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She’s having another baby in a month and it’s yours
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And you found it isn’t cause this bitch has been visiting
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Someone else and sucking his d*ck and kissing you on the lips
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When you get back to Michigan, Now the plot has thickend 'n worse
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Cause you feel like you’ve been sticking your f*cking d*ck in a hurse
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So your paranoid at every little cold that you get
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Ever since they sold you this shit, you’ve been holding your d*ck
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So you goto the clinic, sweating every minute your in it
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Then the doctor comes out looking like Dennis the Menace hahahaha
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And it’s obvious to everyone in the lobby, it’s aids
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He ain’t even gotta to call in you the office to say it
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So you jet back home, cause you gone get that ho
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And when you see her, you’re gonna bend her f*cking neck back yo
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Cause you love her, you never would’ve expect that blow
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Obie told you to scoop, how could she stoop that low?
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Jesus, I don’t believe this b*tch works at the Cleaner’s
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Bringing me home diseases swinging from Obie’s pen*s
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She’s so deceaving, sh*t this ho’s a genious
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She gee’d us
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That’s why I ain’t got no time
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For these games and stupid tricks
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All these b*tches on my d*ck
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That’s how dudes be getting sick
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That’s how d*cks' be getting drips
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Falling victim’s to this sh*t
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From these b*tches on our d*cks
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F*cking chickens with no ribs
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That’s why I aint got no time
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Outro:
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Eminem:
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I’m busy!
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Obie Trice:
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Yeah, f*ck these b*tches
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Eminem:
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F*ck em all
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Obie Trice:
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Get money
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Eminem:
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Ha!
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Obie Trice:
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Shady Records
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Eminem:
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Woow!
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Obie Trice:
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Obie Trice
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Eminem mother f*cker
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Hissing sounds
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New millenium sh*t
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Yeah
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Turn this sh*t off
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Turn this sh*t the f*ck off |