Obie Trice, real name, no gimmicks
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, 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?
(Da-da-da, da, da, da, da, da, da)
(Da-da-da, da, da, da, da)
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 feeling 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
I'm 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
Hum, dei-dei, la-la
La-la, la-la-la
La-la, la-la-la
La-la, la-la
Hum, dei-dei, la-la
La-la, la-la-la
La-la, la-la-la
La-la, la-la
Kids!