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    Obie...Yo...I'm sick... straight dog?

    That's why I ain't got no time
    For these games and stupid tricks
    Or these bitches on my dick
    That's how dudes be getting sick
    That's how dicks' be getting drips
    Falling victims to this shit
    From these bitches on our dicks
    Fucking chickens with no ribs
    That's why I aint got no time...

    Obie Trice:
    Yo, I woke up, fucked up off the liquor I drunk
    I had a bag of the skunk won in last nights Tunk
    Pussy residue was on my penis,
    Denise from the cleaners
    Fucked me good,
    you should've seen this big booty bitch,
    switch unbearable, french role styling,
    body like a stallion
    Sizing up the figure, while my shit getting bigger
    Debating on a fuck or do I wanna be a nigga
    Caressing this bitch, plus I'm checking out them tits
    Sippin' on that fine shit, I ain't use to buying
    I gotta hit it from behind, it's mandatory
    Like taking ho's money, but that's another story
    For surely the pussy on toast, after we toast
    Our clothes fell like Bishop in Juice
    The womb beater, clean pussy eater, inserting my jock
    In that spot hotter than the hottest block, don't stop!
    The response I got when I was knocking it
    Clock steading ticking, kinky finger lickin'
    The can on, semen's at my tip when she moans
    I gotta slow down before I cum soon
    And work that nigga, like a slave owner
    When I dropped off my outfit, she knew I wanted to bone her
    She foaming at the lips, the ones between them hips
    Pubic hair's looking like some sour cream dip
    Without the nacho, my dick hit the spot though
    Pussy tighter than conditions of us black folks
    We in the final stretch, the last part of sex
    I bust a fat ass nut - then I woke up next
    Like, what the fuck is going on here?
    This bitch evaporated, pussy and all,
    just picked up and vacated
    Now I'm frustrated cause my dick was unprotected
    And doctor Wesley telling me I really got that shit


    Now I don't wanna hit no woman but this chicks got it coming
    Someone better get this bitch before she gets kicked in the stomach
    And she's pregnant, but she's eggin' me on, beggin' me to throw her
    Off the steps of this porch, my only weapon is force
    And I don't wanna resort to violence of any sort
    But what's she shoving me for? Doesn't she love me no more?
    Wasn't she hugging me four minutes ago at the door?
    Man I'm this close to going toe to toe with this whore
    What would you do if she was telling you she wants a divorce
    She's having another baby in a month and it's yours
    And you found it isn't cause this bitch has been visiting
    Someone else and sucking his dick and kissing you on the lips
    When you get back to Michigan, Now the plot has thickenin' worse
    Cause you feel like you've been sticking your fucking dick in a hearse
    So you paranoid at every little cold that you get
    Ever since they sold you this shit, you've been holding your dick
    So you goto the clinic, sweating every minute your in it
    Then the doctor comes out looking like Dennis the Menace
    And it's obvious to everyone in the lobby it's AIDS
    He ain't even gotta to call in you his office to say it
    So you jet back home, cause you gone get that ho
    And when you see her, you're gonna bend her fucking neck back yo
    Cause you love her, you never would expect that blow
    Obie told you to scoop, how could she stoop that low?
    Jesus, I don't believe this, bitch works at the Cleaner's
    Bringin' me home diseases swingin' from Obie's penis
    She's so deceivin', shit this ho's a genius
    She g'd us


    I'm busy!

    Fuck these bitches

    Fuck em all

    Get money


    Shady Records

    Obie Trice

    Eminem, mothafucka

    New millenium shit...Yeah

    Turn this shit off

    Turn this shit the fuck off
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