Prelude:

Obie...Yo...I'm sick...

Damn...you straight dog?



Chorus:

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

Fuck



Chorus:



Eminem:

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



Chorus:



I'm busy!



Fuck these bitches



Fuck em all



Get money



Ha!



Shady Records



Obie Trice



Eminem, mothafucka



New millenium shit...Yeah



Turn this shit off



Turn this shit the fuck off