Obie, yo', i'm sick, damn, you straight dog...

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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 ain't 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 of seen this,
big booty bitch, switch unbearable, french roll
stylin', body like a stallion, sizin' up the
figure while my shit getting bigger, debatin' on a
fuck or do I want to be her nigga, caressin' this
bitch, plus i'm checking out them tit's, sippin'
on that fine shit I ain't used to buyin', I gotta
hit it from behind, it's mandatory, like takin'
hoe's money, but that's another story, for surely,
the pussy on toast after we toast, her clothes
fell like bishop in juice, the womb beater, clean
pussy eater, insertin' my jock in that spot hotter
than the hottest block, don't stop, the response I
got when I was knockin' it, clock steady tickin',
kinky finger lickin', and 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 foamin' at the lips, the one between
them hips, pubic hairs lookin' 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 goin' on here, this bitch
evaporated, pussy and all, just picked up and
vacated, now i'm frusturated cause my dick was
unprotected, and Doctor Wesley tellin' me I really
got that shit...
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Eminem
Now I don't wanna hit no woman, but this chick's
got it comin', someone better get this bitch,
before she get's 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 any
violence of any sort, but what's 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 find out 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 is
thickenin' worse, cause you feel like you've been
stickin' your fuckin' dick in a hearse, so you
paranoid at every little cold that you get, ever
since they told you this shit, you've been holdin'
your dick, so you go to the clinic, sweatin' every
minute you 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 call you in his office to say it, so you jet
back home, cause you gon' get that hoe, when you
see her, you gon' bend her fuckin' neck back, yo',
cause you love her, you never would expect that
blow, Obie told you the scoop, how could she stoop
that low, Jesus, I don't believe this, bitch works
at the cleaners, bringin' me home diseases,
swingin' from Obie's penis, she's so deceivin',
shit this hoe's a genius, she g'd us...

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I'm busy, yeah, fuck these bitches, fuck 'em all,
get money, Shady records, Obie Trice, Eminem,
motherfucker, new millenium shit, yeah, turn this
shit off, turn this shit the fuck off...