Roughnecks Obie Trice

[Intro]
MoSS Productions
Obie Trice...
Ha ha, yeah!

[Verse 1: Obie Trice]
Rap is a necessity, so God don't question me
About how long I been doin this shit here
I spark like a flare and tear through a stank bitch underwear
When my testosterone's in full gear
I'm rugged - and when the music bump out
I call niggas out, that's how I club it
Shit, you dug it, yo' punk ass got retarded
Cause the moment my music bump your pussy ass farted
Ha! That's how hard I hit
Call it collision effect to make you player haters sick
Obie Trice truly is ridiculous with lyrics
I know you wanna drive my style but talk stiddicks
New millenium nigga, bringin mayhem
My slave rap is for real, games I never played 'em
I'll stab him in the abdomen
And leave him gaspin for air like asthma really attacked him
I'll leave you paralyzed with no more action, or verb
I know Obie get on your nerves
I'm like a nigga tryin to stay at your spot, without a job
Or a gang of thugs beatin on your head by the mob
Run that sob[?] but no more heartthrob
You're stiff like a carcass full of maggots and shit
Layin on the corner
I leave bodies more rotted than John Jr.'s body at the motherfuckin coroner
Your face mutilated, legs decapitated
From foul fuckin your dick, your dick disintegrated
Burnt niggas never learned nigga
It's Obie Trice - now say nice!