[5 seconds instrumental]
You heard it, you want it, you got it; it's crazy! (it's crazy!)
You play it, you bump it, you know it; it's crazy! (it's crazy!)
Hate if you wanna, - that don't faze me (don't phase me!)
I ain't go-ing no-o-where right noow!
It's the fo' pound bandit, the cokehead to handed,
Detroit branded! - Goddamn it; O. Trice's back an'
OOHH! - They so adamant, I'm still at it;
You should see the grill on a faggot if only looks could kill.
But O - is so accurate over this Mathers track
An' it's never inadequate, I swear these haters need to chill;
It's SO - automatic that he is above av-er-age,
Jesus of Nazareth's reached his soul an' so
He is a talent that has managed to mechanically use a pen
An' the pad and the alphabet to get ahead.
Niggas mad cause he single-handledly gettin' this BREEAAD;
Bitches is in his BEED! - Bullet still in his HEEAAD!
I'm back! - Fully loaded, I'm ready to let off lead;
Metal is heavy and I'm ready to let it all rip.
The return of the vigilante on that "Big" "Party And Bullshit";
You dig? The kid's back, you biatch!
I don't suffer to whispers of these envious
Niggas mad cause his nuts not in my Denim!
Wanna be him so much, they send slugs to kill him;
And keep it on the hush, - not to become a victim!
Vicious - niggas? I rid them! - I spit!
Piss on his existence on that bullshit!
I pull up muzzle yell, send the Beelzebub back to hell!
I'm a thug! I'm a clap him till he fell,
Then he fall; I'm a ball! - I'm a beast, I'm the streets!
I'm the reason you abroad, I'm a boss, I'm me!
Obie 'bout that change, get rich fast!
The Claude Van Dame of the game, - "Kick/Ass".
Tap into a nigga I done came then bounce back like whiplashes
And dump my cigar aaashes on you aaasses.
It's still Trice and Mathers, all that matters,
All that other madness - past us! - This is magic.
My feeeet up, I reeee'd up!
Read up - on the MC who's a D to over-achiever.
My Visa - feeds him in that villa
Overseas in that V-1 dub with mamacita!
I'm G'd up! - Jesus, my cheese keep reachin' up!
Planted the seed and then it beamed up!
It beanstalk, - bein' tall;
Now I'm ballin' on these muhfuckin' pea-nuts;
Uhh! - The de-mons - wanna deliver me;
Wanna deem him less than enemy but O too slippery.
I'm back on you faggots, nigga ain't no sympathy!
I don't fuck with you actors, I - do mine differently!
Trice made history, now all these fake-niggas wanna mention me;
Couldn't wait till I break in this with my entity!
It don't even interest me. - I'm a keep my energy spittin',
Obie is in this to win this and that's the endin'!
[Chorus] [echoes] [12 seconds instrumental then beat fades out]
[Thanks to Big TaMá$ for correcting these lyrics]
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