Get the fuck out motherfucker...

{Verse 1:}
Hey yo...
When I step up in the bar, everybody hit the fucking floor,
Lucky motherfuckers make it to the door,
Cause when I spit on mic´s I spit raw,
Which cause confusion from the bar to the dance floor,
I keep the club on the vex,
Cause he gotta pay me when I spit, plus replace alot of shit,
Niggas get a whiling,
When my words echo´s the room like, Get your hand out my pocket,
You suck shit when my topics rockin,
I´m banned from clubs ´cause my toxic tonsils,
Loud speaker like a fucking sports announcer,
I spit the baa-haa till you rush the bouncer,
I rush the mutherfucker in your way who´s bouncing,
You know old christ get their yak´s pronouncin...

{Chorus:}
Get live motherfucker when I speak motherfucker,
Out your seat motherfucker, I´m a reach motherfucker,
Shady-records till I sleep motherfuckers
Obi-Trice nothin but street motherfucker
Tear this bitch up till you bleed motherfucker
I would´nt give a fuck who you be motherfucker
Punk, pussy, bitch or G motherfucker
Adrenaline rush before you leave motherfucker

{Verse 2:}
When I speak I blow out your tweeters, yo dog,
Show out in speakers roll out with heaters,
I´m just an animal eating the game,
Jumbo monkey, funky and obie´s the name,
I rose solo, never been a hoe though,
Keep yak´s vocal when cats act loco,
Where you at when I´m moving the crowd,
You get trampled, mashed on detroit style,
Up out your seats, pump out the E´s,
Off the beat´s the crowd overpleased,
Where my nigga´s at smoking them tree´s,
Off the cognac, finger fucking the ski´s,
That´s how it is when you party with me,
You don´t like it, you L-7 like a square beat...

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{Verse 3:}
Yo, yo, since I came I rearrange the place with blaze,
Spays dope with coke-fevers DNA, I´m so addicted,
To gettin nigga´s lifted, drunk off a liquid,
Obie Trice the misfit,
Douse´in the crowd with piss and voul´s,
We underground motherfucker fix your frown´s,
I beat the bore with a wisty tour,
Off a whisky you never been this deep before,
So throw up your hands and peep out your man´s
When I come through next quarter trust it in you´s,
And trust I´m attackin it,
i cook up that hot shit like Ainsley Harriet
That´s why I´m so miraculous,
And hope to get you nigga´s pumped up,
I see you next time I see him chump,
That´s right, you go through obie trice fucked up,
on your knees drop for these...

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