[Eminem:]
Obie yo!
[Obie Trice:]
I’m sick.
[Eminem:]
Damn, you straight, dawg?
[Chorus:]
That’s why I ain’t got no time
For these games and stupid tricks
All these bitches on my dick
That’s how dudes be gettin’ sick
That’s how dicks be gettin’ drips
Fallin’ victims to this shit
From these bitches on our dicks
Fuckin’ chickens with no ribs
That’s why I ain’t got no time
[Verse 1: Obie Trice]
Yo, I woke up, fucked up off the liquor I drunk
I hadda bag of the skunk, one and last night’s tunk
Pussy residue was on my penis, Denise, from the cleaners
Fucked me good, you should’ve seen us
Big booty bitch, switch unbearable
French role stylin’, body like a stallion
Sizin’ up the figure, while my shit gettin’ bigger
Debatin’ on to fuck her, do I wanna be a n**ga
Caressin’ this bitch, plus I’m checkin’ out them tits
Sippin’ on that fine shit, I ain’t use to buyin’
I gotta hit it from behind, it’s mandatory
Like takin’ ho’s money, but that’s another story
For surely your pussy on toast, after we toast
Our clothes fell like Bishop in “Juice”
The womb beater, clean pussy eater, insertin’ my John
In that spot hotter than the hottest block, don’t stop
Response I got when I was knockin’ it
Clocks steadin’ tickin’, kinky finger lickin’, carryin' on,
Semen at my tip when she moans
I gotta slow down before I cum soon
And work that n**ga, like a slave owner
When I dropped off my outfit, she knew I wanted to bone her
She foamin’ at the lips, the ones between the hips
Pubic hair’s lookin’ like some sour cream dip
Without the nacho, my dick hit the spot though
Pussy tighter than conditions of his 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 goin’ on here?
This bitch evaporated, pussy and all just picked up and vacated
And now I’m frustrated cause my dick was unprotected
And doctor Wesley tellin’ me I really got that shit, fuck
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Eminem]
Now I don’t wanna hit no women when this chicks got it comin’
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 on this porch, my only weapon is force
And I don’t wanna resort to violence of any sort
But whys she shovin’ me for doesn’t she love me no more?
Wasn’t she huggin’ me four minutes ago at the door?
Man I’m this close to goin’ toe to toe with this whore
What would you do if she was tellin’ you she wants a divorce
She’s havin’ another baby in a month and it’s yours
And you found it isn’t cause this bitch has been visitin’
Someone else and suckin’ his dick and kissin’ you on the lips
When you get back to Michigan, now the plot has thickened ‘n worse
Cause you feel like you’ve been stickin’ your fuckin’ dick in a hearse
So you’re paranoid at every little cold that you get
Ever since they sold you this shit, you’ve been holdin’ your dick
So you go to the clinic, sweatin’ every minute you’re in it
Then the doctor comes out lookin’ 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 the office to say it
So you jet back home, cause you gone get that ho
When you see her, you’re gonna bend her fuckin’ neck back yo
Cause you love her, you never would’ve expect that blow
Obie told you the 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 geed us
[Chorus]
I’m busy, yeah, fuck these bitches
Fuck em all, get money
Ha, Shady Records
Wow, Obie Trice
Eminem mother fucker
New millennium shit, yeah
Turn this shit off, turn this shit the fuck off
