Get the fuck out motherfucker...
    Hey yo...
  When I step up in the bar, everybody hit the fucking floor
  Lucky motherfuckers make it to the door
  Cause when I spit on mic's I spit raw
  Which 'cause confusion from the bar to the dance floor
  I keep the club on the vex
  'Cause he gotta pay me when I spit, plus replace alot of shit
  Niggas get a whiling
  When my words echo's the room like, Get your hand out my pocket
  You suck shit when my topics rockin
  I'm banned from clubs 'cause my toxic tonsils
  Loud speaker like a fucking sports announcer
  I spit the baa-haa till you rush the bouncer
  I rush the mutherfucker in your way who's bouncing
  You know old christ get their yak's pronouncin...
    Chorus:
    Get live motherfucker when I speak motherfucker
  Out your seat motherfucker, I'm a reach motherfucker
  Shady-records till I sleep motherfuckers
  Obi-Trice nothin but street motherfucker
  Tear this bitch up till you bleed motherfucker
  I wouldn't give a fuck who you be motherfucker
  Punk, pussy, bitch or G motherfucker
  Adrenaline rush before you leave motherfucker
    When I speak I blow out your tweeters, yo dog
  Show out in speakers roll out with heaters
  I'm just an animal eating the game
  Jumbo monkey, funky and Obie's the name
  I rose solo, never been a hoe though
  Keep yak's vocal when cats act loco
  Where you at when I'm moving the crowd
  You get trampled, mashed on detroit style
  Up out your seats, pump out the E's
  Off the beat's the crowd overpleased
  Where my nigga's at smoking them tree's
  Off the cognac, finger fucking the ski's
  That's how it is when you party with me
  You don't like it, you L-7 like a square beat
    Repeat chorus
    Yo, yo, since I came I rearrange the place with blaze
  Spays dope with coke-fevers DNA, I'm so addicted
  To gettin nigga's lifted, drunk off a liquid
  Obie Trice the misfit
  Douse'in the crowd with piss and voul's
  We underground motherfucker fix your frown's
  I beat the bore with a wisty tour
  Off a whisky you never been this deep before
  So throw up your hands and peep out your man's
  When I come through next quarter trust it in you's
  And trust I'm attackin it
  I hook up the hot shit like ay see we havin it
  That's why I'm so miraculous
  And hope to get you nigga's pumped up
  I see you next time I see him chump
  That's right, you go through Obie Trice fucked up
  On your knees drop for these
    Repeat chorus