Obie Trice - Roughnecks lyrics

[Intro] MoSS Productions Obie Trice... Ha ha, yeah! [Obie Trice] Rap is a necessity, so God don't question me about how long I been doin this sh** here I spark like a flare, and tear through a stank b**h underwear when my testosterone's in full gear I'm rugged - and when the music bump out I call n***az out, that's how I club it sh**, you dug it, yo' punk a** got retarded cause the moment my music bump your p**y a** 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 n***a, 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 n***a 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 carca** full of maggots and sh** layin on the corner I leave bodies more rotted than John Jr.'s body at the motherf**in coroner Your face mutilated, legs decapitated from foul f**in your dick, your dick disintegrated Burnt n***az never learned n***a It's Obie Trice - now say nice! [Chorus: Deuce Wonder] My veins pump purple rain My pores sweat liquid c**aine My eyes are dry, dry, dry.. My spirit's maaade in proof My body craaaves that juice My mind is high, high, high.. You on the wrong side of these drums [Obie Trice] I intensify your high Bump me through your systems and watch blood trickle out your eye I make you feel like you meltin, or seein the devil, in 3-D Only it's Obie on CD Mr. Trice unfamiliar? But I'm the same n***a that k**ed ya - go read ya poem I hit harder than them Hiroshima type bombs Relocate arms - no more wri-ting Obie Trice be live for the night And any n***a try to take that, threatens my excitement And yo, that's when I get violent and create with your blood like the red violin Yeah, I bet you'll be silent then O. Trice rock harder than infinite horny men Tipsy off gin, that's when I begin to sin Even if I lose no one wins I'm an ex-convict escaped from hell returned, to take the world over as well MC's rather me be in the cell Rather than seein me up the block hoppin out a drop-top 12 [Chorus] [Obie Trice] I come strapped, with a pack of gats that'll eliminate you, and that flat you stay at Nosy neighbors I break out the arsenic arsenal and firebomb your block for acres Who would've thought? Me! Obie Trice, the destruction of a fake wannabe You claim you're hardcore when you're soft as you wanna be That type of sh** gets you lost unfortunately Your mother miss ya, she thinks she ain't sh** "Oh I ain't raised him right! Oh I'm such a b**h!" sh** change, when the bullet meets the brain Leave a ugly first impression And leave a dirty mess on your girlfriend's dress And he wouldn't give a f**, how loud the b**h screamin Call him a demon, I call him a slug Not a thug but a slug that'll rip through a thug's mug [Chorus] [Outro] Blaow! New millenium sh**