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Obie Trice, real name no gimmicks |
Two trailer park girls go round the outside |
Round the outside, round the outside |
Two trailer park girls go round the outside |
Round the outside, round the outside |
Guess who's back? |
Back again |
Shady's back |
Tell a friend |
Guess who's back? Guess who's back? |
Guess who's back? Guess who's back? |
Guess who's back? Guess who's back? |
Guess who's back? |
I've created a monster |
'Cause nobody wants to see Marshall no more |
They want Shady, I'm chopped liver |
Well, if you want Shady, this is what I'll give ya |
A little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor |
Some vodka that'll jump start my heart quicker |
Than a shock when I get shocked at the hospital |
By the doctor when I'm not co-operating |
When I'm rockin' the table while he's operating |
You waited this long, now stop debating |
'Cause I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovulating |
I know that you got a job, Ms. Cheney |
But your husband's heart problem's complicating |
So the FCC won't let me be |
Or let me be me, so let me see |
They try to shut me down on MTV |
But it feels so empty, without me |
So, come on and dip, bum on your lips |
Fuck that, cum on your lips and some on your tits |
And get ready, 'cause this is about to get heavy |
I just settled all my lawsuits, fuck you, Debbie! |
Now this looks like a job for me |
So everybody, just follow me |
'Cause we need a little, controversy |
'Cause it feels so empty, without me |
I said this looks like a job for me |
So everybody, just follow me |
'Cause we need a little, controversy |
'Cause it feels so empty, without me |
Little hellions, kids feelin' rebellious |
Embarrassed their parents still listen to Elvis |
They start feelin' like prisoners, helpless |
'Til someone comes along on a mission and yells, "Bitch" |
A visionary, vision of scary |
Could start a revolution, pollutin' the airwaves |
A rebel, so just let me revel and bask |
In the fact that I got everyone kissin' my ass |
And it's a disaster, such a catastrophe |
For you to see so damn much of my ass, you asked for me? |
Well, I'm back, da-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na |
Fix your bent antenna tune it in and then I'm gonna |
Enter in, endin' up under your skin like a splinter |
The center of attention, back for the winter |
I'm interesting, the best thing since wrestling |
Infesting, in your kid's ears and nesting |
"Testing, attention, please" |
Feel the tension, soon as someone mentions me |
Here's my ten cents, my two cents is free |
A nuisance, who sent? You sent for me? |
Now this looks like a job for me |
So everybody, just follow me |
'Cause we need a little, controversy |
'Cause it feels so empty, without me |
I said, this looks like a job for me |
So everybody, just follow me |
'Cause we need a little, controversy |
'Cause it feels so empty, without me |
A-tisket a-tasket, I go tit for tat with |
Anybody who's talkin' this shit that shit |
Chris Kirkpatrick, you can get your ass kicked |
Worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards |
And Moby? You can get stomped by Obie |
You 36-year-old bald headed fag, blow me |
You don't know me, you're too old, let go |
It's over, nobody listen to techno |
Now let's go, just gimme the signal |
I'll be there with a whole list full of new insults |
I been dope, suspenseful with a pencil |
Ever since Prince turned himself into a symbol |
But sometimes the shit just seems |
Everybody only wants to discuss me |
So this must mean I'm disgusting |
But it's just me, I'm just obscene |
No, I'm not the first king of controversy |
I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley |
To do Black music so selfishly |
And used it to get myself wealthy (hey) |
There's a concept that works |
20 million other white rappers emerge |
But no matter how many fish in the sea |
It'll be so empty, without me |
Now this looks like a job for me |
So everybody, just follow me |
'Cause we need a little, controversy |
'Cause it feels so empty without me |
I said this looks like a job for me |
So everybody, just follow me |
'Cause we need a little, controversy |
'Cause it feels so empty without me |
Kids! |