Obie Trice, real name no gimmicks
Two trailer park girls go round the outsideRound the outside, round the outsideTwo trailer park girls go round the outsideRound the outside, round the outside
Guess who's back?Back againShady's backTell a friendGuess 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?
I've created a monster'Cause nobody wants to see Marshall no moreThey want Shady, I'm chopped liverWell, if you want Shady, this is what I'll give yaA little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor
Some vodka that'll jump start my heart quickerThan a shock when I get shocked at the hospitalBy the doctor when I'm not co-operatingWhen I'm rockin' the table while he's operating
You waited this long, now stop debating'Cause I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovulatingI know that you got a job, Ms. CheneyBut your husband's heart problem's complicating
So the FCC won't let me beOr let me be me, so let me seeThey try to shut me down on MTVBut it feels so empty, without me
So, come on and dip, bum on your lipsFuck that, cum on your lips and some on your titsAnd get ready, 'cause this is about to get heavyI just settled all my lawsuits, fuck you, Debbie!
Now this looks like a job for meSo everybody, just follow me'Cause we need a little, controversy'Cause it feels so empty, without meI said this looks like a job for meSo everybody, just follow me'Cause we need a little, controversy'Cause it feels so empty, without me
Little hellions, kids feelin' rebelliousEmbarrassed their parents still listen to ElvisThey start feelin' like prisoners, helpless'Til someone comes along on a mission and yells, "Bitch"
A visionary, vision of scaryCould start a revolution, pollutin' the airwavesA rebel, so just let me revel and baskIn the fact that I got everyone kissin' my ass
And it's a disaster, such a catastropheFor 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-naFix your bent antenna tune it in and then I'm gonna
Enter in, endin' up under your skin like a splinterThe center of attention, back for the winterI'm interesting, the best thing since wrestlingInfesting, in your kid's ears and nesting
"Testing, attention, please"Feel the tension, soon as someone mentions meHere's my ten cents, my two cents is freeA nuisance, who sent? You sent for me?
Now this looks like a job for meSo everybody, just follow me'Cause we need a little, controversy'Cause it feels so empty, without meI said, this looks like a job for meSo everybody, just follow me'Cause we need a little, controversy'Cause it feels so empty, without me
A-tisket a-tasket, I go tit for tat withAnybody who's talkin' this shit that shitChris Kirkpatrick, you can get your ass kickedWorse than them little Limp Bizkit bastardsAnd Moby? You can get stomped by ObieYou 36-year-old bald headed fag, blow meYou don't know me, you're too old, let goIt's over, nobody listen to techno
Now let's go, just gimme the signalI'll be there with a whole list full of new insultsI been dope, suspenseful with a pencilEver since Prince turned himself into a symbolBut sometimes the shit just seemsEverybody only wants to discuss meSo this must mean I'm disgustingBut it's just me, I'm just obscene
No, I'm not the first king of controversyI am the worst thing since Elvis PresleyTo do Black music so selfishlyAnd used it to get myself wealthy (hey)There's a concept that works20 million other white rappers emergeBut no matter how many fish in the seaIt'll be so empty, without me
Now this looks like a job for meSo everybody, just follow me'Cause we need a little, controversy'Cause it feels so empty without meI said this looks like a job for meSo everybody, just follow me'Cause we need a little, controversy'Cause it feels so empty without me
Kids!