(feat. Obie Trice)
Obie, yo', i'm sick, damn, you straight dog...


[CHORUS]

That's why I ain't got no time, for these games and stupid tricks, or these (*##$es on my dick,

that's how dudes be getting sick, that's how dicks be getting drips, falling victims to this
%#@!, from these (*##$es on our dicks, $#&@ing chickens with no ribs, that's why I ain't got no
time...


[Obie Trice]
Yo', I woke up $#&@ed up off the liquor I drunk, I had a bag of the skunk won in last nights

tunk, #~!!@ residue was on my ^&@#$, Denise from the cleaners, $#&@ed me good, you should of
seen this, big booty (*##$, switch unbearable, french roll stylin', body like a stallion, sizin'
up the figure while my %#@! getting bigger, debatin' on a $#&@ or do I want to be her ^!$$%,

caressin' this (*##$, plus i'm checking out them tit's, sippin' on that fine %#@! 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 #~!!@ on toast after we toast, her clothes fell like bishop in

juice, the womb beater, clean #~!!@ 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, !@&('s at my tip when she moans, I gotta slow down before I

cum soon, and work that ^!$$%, 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, #~!!@ tighter than

conditions of us black folks, we in the final stretch, the last part of sex, I bust a fat $$#
nut, then I woke up next, like what the $#&@ is goin' on here, this (*##$ evaporated, #~!!@ 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 %#@!...

[CHORUS]


[Eminem]
Now I don't wanna hit no woman, but this chick's got it comin', someone better get this (*##$,

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
!@^%, 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 (*##$ 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 $#&@in' dick in a
hearse, so you paranoid at every little cold that you get, ever since they told you this %#@!,

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 $#&@in' neck back, yo', cause you love
her, you never would expect that blow, Obie told you the scoop, how could she stoop that low,
Jesus, I don't believe this, (*##$ works at the cleaners, bringin' me home diseases, swingin'

from Obie's ^&@#$, she's so deceivin', %#@! this hoe's a genius, she g'd us...

[CHORUS]


I'm busy, yeah, $#&@ these (*##$es, $#&@ 'em all, get money, Shady records, Obie Trice, Eminem,
mother$#&@er, new millenium %#@!, yeah, turn this %#@! off, turn this %#@! the $#&@ off...