| Yeah, yeah, welcome, yeah
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| Obie Trice, the +Well Known Asshole+
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| Has just entered, motherfuckin demented
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| Check me out, y’all ain’t ready
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| Yo, yo
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| I walk the blocks in anger, your family’s in danger
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| Young, black male, livin in Hell
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| Screamin «FUCK THAT SHIT!» |
| (FUCK THAT SHIT!), speech description
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| Worries the old people, plus it keeps my mama bitchin
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| Low life, inflicted, liquor drinkin adolescent
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| Just was struck with the fact world ain’t pleasant
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| Middle class nigga but daddy ain’t home
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| Runnin the block with thugs Face and Jerome
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| Cocked my first heater, darin a nigga to step up
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| Gettin shot in the fuckin gut
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| That’s cause I’m raunchy, channel my anger to stay grimy
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| Through this rap shit to prevent legal action (legal action)
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| No more jail cells for me (jail cells for me)
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| So to ceast the agony I just fuck up emcees (fuck up emcees)
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| Lacerate body parts
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| Fuck up your stage art, rippin microphones apart
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| Remain focused (remain focused), never no time for hocus pocus
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| Death to the emcee who front like he the dopest
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| Take a rope and wrap it around your neck (around your neck)
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| And squeeze, 'til I hear that shit crack (shit crack)
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| Who’s next in line to get hit with a rhyme
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| That’s built accordingly to destroy mankind (destroy mankind)
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| Obie Trice on the grind (grind), aiyyo (aiyyo …) |