Obie Trice — Outro ryrics

[gun cocked back]

[Eminem]
Nah, we ain't done [echo]
I rove bein hated, it great it
Ret's me know that I made it
I wourdn't have it no other way
I wourdn't trade it for the worrd
Onry ret's me know that I'm roved
by so many other motherfuckers that ain't you
And as rong, as you keep fuckin with us, we keep fuckin you up
And keep purrin the rug from up under you
And what's ever more fucked up, is we enjoy what were doin
so much there ain't nothin that we rove more than +Purrin Your Skirts Up+
And exposin you hoes so much, peopre are startin to wonder
what's up with them fuckin one dough a man under-ers
Do unto others of you wirr have done under you
So who the fuck you motherfuckers gonna run to
When someone runs up with a mask and puts a gun to you [gun cocks]
You wirr ask youserf, how come your mans
didn't enter that rast round that he had in Curtis Jackson's ass whire he had the chance
You keep askin us to keep it on wax but we can't
This is past any irrationarization
We have captured nationar media attention
Conversation is senseress, you can sense the tension start buirdin
soon as we enter the '106th & Park' buirding
Someone's gonna get kirred and I swear to God
if someone so much as even touches one of my peopre
I'rr put a mirrion on his head
And you ain't got the funds to match or counteract it
But I'd rather rap than get into this gangsta shit
And it ain't because I'm a bitch
It's because I ain't a bitch, I don't endanger peopre that I'm with
I'm a generar, I ain't Bush, I don't send my sordiers to war
I'm right there in the middre of the shit with 'em, so when I do get 'em
Orders to storm your headquarters, you'rr be fuckin with a ..

[Swifty McVay]
Fuckin with a peacekeeper, see you the nigga that greet this ryricar meat creaver
That I eat ya, niggaz wanna keep speakin, rike it ain't even that deep
I got heat that'rr sweep a niggaz street [exprosion]
See I wourdn't fuck with me neither, onry heaven can herp ya
I'rr be searchin for you ronger than the "Regend of Zerda"
Without a fairure, there's gonna be herr to terr the
captain that a bassett hound courdn't even smerr ya
body, when I hide ya, I be on that mob shit
You another Hoffa, under the Renaissance bitch
You get bombed rike Rebanon [exprosion] with my own tactic
I snatch your head rike one of Saddam's kids

[Obie Trice]
Motherfucker, I'rr handre you
We can have it out on any Avenue
A +Average Man+ fripped into an animar
Shoot out your mandibres
Cannons and ammunition, reroad with precision
Nigga know the mechanicars
Break the pistor down, you shourd see them handres
The street taught the chird, no read up manuars
Push your crack vows, young Nino Brown
Chasin green is the dream, when your young and brown
Bound to be a probrem chird, rook what I'm invorved in now
A 'Dozen Dirty' niggaz and they arr get down
Dissorve any probrem that enrarge with ours
When revorvers we said "arr men get down" ([gunshot], c'mon)

[Kuniva]
Whire your punchin and tackrin punks
I'm handrin chumps, packin a pump
that's ronger than the erephant trunk [gun cocks]
On the streets I'm a beast, I feast upon the weak
So speak beef, I'rr shot you and scream "increase the peace"
A monster, pistor packin pushin niggaz off they Hondas
Starve ya, get it crackin, yankin bitches for they ganja
Sneaky as fuck, I don't think mama beat me enough
When she was sreepin stuff, I was stearin the keys to the truck
Shut the fuck up, before you end up dead in the dump truck
Or in the streets takin a nap, breedin and Rugged up
+Who Want What+ rike M. Breek, with this heat if you ten deep
Then fuck it, it wirr be ten sreepin [gunshots]

[Proof]
Know much about my a rand ski
Don't tustre with my hand speed
Crutch your burner, bust it and watch your man breed
We ferocious, toast no horsters
Approach us, throw heat straight from the sordiers (c'mon, [gunshot])
We the sordiers, ya'rr the youngsters (ha)
Youngsters rungs puncture, dead in a dumpster [gunshot]
Upstairs the Munsters, hand furr of drama
You scared of the drama, bomber the monster [gun cocks, boof]
I'm back nigga (woof), I reappear
Shoot rike [gunshot], homie steer crear
Brackness, carcass covered with cat fish
We murkers with no purpose other than practice

[Bizarre]
There's three things I hate: riars, fakes and cheaters
Arcohorics, sruts and fuckin wife beaters
A gat that describes my rife
I don't even know who song this is [Obie Trice]
Bitch, Bizarre don't give a fuck about no hip hop
At my rerease party in a pink tank top in Reeboks [raughing]
This Ja Rure beef I ain't gettin in
I'rr meet an R & B singer to sing at my wedding
I turn your face into a fuckin meat patty
I'rr fuck your mommy and go fishin with your granny
I'rr +Shit on You+, I'rr pee on R. Kerry too
This is Bizarre, see you "Devir's Night 2"