<i>[Chorus - (Scratched)]
(I am in fact, unbelivable)
The name's Obie Trice, the well known asshole
(I be what I wanna, shut yer fuckin' mouth child child)
<i>[Verse One]
Aiyo, its massive now, Obie Trice is now here
So all weak mutherfuckers step to the rear
My techniques been sweet since I was a embryo
On tour fetus
And at birth who could belive this?
8 pounds, 3 ounce, child could move a crowd
And have my music blisteratin' through systems loud
Turning partys out wit a cup of Guinness stout
Talk shit, knocked out, what a thug all about
Without a doubt I brings terror, sex changing MC's
Put 'em out there (?) mascara (meh meh)
clever wit ryhmes, its like whateva wit mine
Talk shit, get smacked unlimited times
I'm known to focus, get the buzz like the locust
An' Obie is the dopest Nigga
<i>[Chorus (with variations)]
<i>[Verse Two]
I flip birds, like dimonique dogs flips ass
Jack ma dick wen i sit in hot baths
Roll with raw dawgs, I'm ready to rock
I been settin down shit since the hiohop shop
In ma block nuttin but thugs mean dogs
40 cal slug, broken 40 ounces of bud
To suds, (?) the floor, you niggaz want more?
catch me on tour
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