Obie Trice, real name, no gimmicks

Re—

Two trailer-park girls go round the outside

Round the outside, round the outside

Two trailer-park girls go round the outside

Round the outside, round the outside

Woo (Ooh)

Guess who's back, back again?

Shady's back, tell a friend

Guess who's back, guess who's back

Guess who's back, guess who's back

Guess who's back, guess who's back

Guess who's back

(Na-na-na, na, na, na, na, na, na)

(Na-na-na, na, na, na, na)

I've created a monster

'Cause nobody wants to see Marshall no more

They want Shady, I'm chopped liver

Well, if you want Shady, this is what I'll give ya

A little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor

Some vodka that'll jump-start my heart quicker

Than a shock when I get shocked at the hospital

By the doctor when I'm not cooperating

When I'm rockin' the table while he's operating (Hey)

You waited this long, now stop debating

'Cause I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovulating

I know that you got a job, Ms. Cheney

But your husband's heart problem's complicating

So the FCC won't let me be

Or let me be me, so let me see

They tried to shut me down on MTV

But it feels so empty without me

So come on and dip, bum on your lips

Fuck that, cum on your lips and some on your tits

And get ready, 'cause this shit's about to get heavy

I just settled all my lawsuits (Fuck you, Debbie)

Now, this looks like a job for me

So, everybody, just follow me

'Cause we need a little controversy

'Cause it feels so empty without me

I said this looks like a job for me

So, everybody, just follow me

'Cause we need a little controversy

'Cause it feels so empty without me

Little hellions, kids feelin' rebellious

Embarrassed, their parents still listen to Elvis

They start feelin' like prisoners, helpless

'Til someone comes along on a mission and yells, "Bitch"

A visionary, vision is scary

Could start a revolution, pollutin' the airwaves

A rebel, so just let me revel and bask

In the fact that I got everyone kissin' my ass

And it's a disaster, such a catastrophe

For you to see so damn much of my ass, you asked for me?

Well, I'm back, da-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na

Fix your bent antenna, tune it in, and then I'm gonna

Enter in and up under your skin like a splinter

The center of attention, back for the winter

I'm interesting, the best thing since wrestling

Infesting in your kid's ears and nesting

Testing, "Attention, please"

Feel the tension soon as someone mentions me

Here's my ten cents, my two cents is free

A nuisance, who sent? You sent for me?

Now, this looks like a job for me

So, everybody, just follow me

'Cause we need a little controversy

'Cause it feels so empty without me

I said this looks like a job for me

So, everybody, just follow me

'Cause we need a little controversy

'Cause it feels so empty without me

A tisket, a tasket, I'll go tit-for-tat wit'

Anybody who's talkin', "This shit, that shit"

Chris Kirkpatrick, you can get your ass kicked

Worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards

And Moby? You can get stomped by Obie

You thirty-six-year-old bald-headed fag, blow me

You don't know me, you're too old, let go

It's over, nobody listens to techno

Now, let's go, just give me the signal

I'll be there with a whole list full of new insults

I've been dope, suspenseful with a pencil

Ever since Prince turned himself into a symbol

But sometimes, the shit just seems

Everybody only wants to discuss me

So this must mean I'm disgusting

But it's just me, I'm just obscene (Yeah)

Though I'm not the first king of controversy

I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley

To do Black music so selfishly

And use it to get myself wealthy (Hey)

There's a concept that works

Twenty million other white rappers emerge

But no matter how many fish in the sea

It'd be so empty without me

Now, this looks like a job for me

So, everybody, just follow me

'Cause we need a little controversy

'Cause it feels so empty without me

I said this looks like a job for me

So, everybody, just follow me

'Cause we need a little controversy

'Cause it feels so empty without me

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