Prelude
Obie... Yo... Im sick / Damn... You straight dog?

Chorus
That's why I ain't got no time. For these games and stupid tricks/Or these
bitches on my dick. That's how dudes be getting sick/ That's how dicks be
getting drips. Falling victims to this shit/From these bitches on our dicks,
fucking chickens with no ribs/That's why I ain't got no time...

Verse 1 (Obie Trice)
Yo, I woke up fucked up off the liquor I drunk. I had a bag of the skunk won in
last nights Tunk/pussy residue was on my penis, Denise from the cleaners, fucked
me good, you shoulda seen this/big booty bitch, switch unbearable, french roll
stylin', body like a stallion/Sizin up the figure while my shit's getting
bigger, debatin' on a fuck or do I want to be her nigga/Caressin'this bitch,
plus I'm checking out them tits, sippin' on that fine shit I ain't used to
buyin'/I gotta hit it from behind, its mandatory, like takin' hoe's money, but
that's another story/For surely, the pussy on toast after we toast, her clothes
fell like Bishop in Juice/The womb beater, clean pussy 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,
semen's at my tip when she moans. I gotta slow down before I cum soon/ and work
that nigga 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,
pussy tighter than conditions of us black folks/We in the final stretch, the
last part of sex. I bust a fat ass nut, then I woke up next/like what the fuck
is goin' on here, this bitch evaporated, pussy and all, just picked up and
vacated/Now I'm frusturated cuz my dick was unprotected, and Doctor Wesley
tellin me I really got that shit

Chorus

Verse 2 (Eminem)
Now I don't wanna hit no woman, but this chick's got it comin', someone better
get this bitch, before she gets kicked in the stomach/and she's pregnant, buts
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
whore. 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 cus
this bitch 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/cus
you feel like you've been stickin' your fuckin' dick in a hearse/so you paranoid
at every little cold that you get, ever since they told you this shit, 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, cus you gon' get that hoe, when you see her, you
gon' bend her fuckin' neck back, yo/cus 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, bitch works at the cleaners, bringin' me home diseases, swingin'
from Obie's penis/she's so deceivin', shit this hoe's a genius,she g'd us...

Chorus

I'm Busy
Fuck these Bitches
Fuck'em all, Get Money
Shady Records, Obie Trice
Eminem, muthafucka
New millenium shit... Yeah
Turn this shit off
Turn this shit the fuck off

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