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eminem - adrenaline rush - (obie trice) lyrics

get the f-ck out motherf-cker…

verse 1
hey yo…
when i step up in the bar, everybody hit the f-cking floor,
lucky motherf-ckers make it to the door,
cause when i spit on mic’s i spit raw,
which cause confusion from the bar to the dance floor,
i keep the club on the vex,
cause he gotta pay me when i spit, plus replace alot of sh-t,
n-gg-s get a whiling,
when my words echo’s the room like, get your hand out my pocket,
you suck sh-t when my topics rockin,
i’m banned from clubs ’cause my toxic tonsils,
loud speaker like a f-cking sports announcer,
i spit the baa-haa till you rush the bouncer,
i rush the m-th-rf-cker in your way who’s bouncing,
you know old christ get their yak’s pr-nouncin…

chorus

get live motherf-cker when i speak motherf-cker,
out your seat motherf-cker, i’m a reach motherf-cker,
shady-records till i sleep motherf-ckers
obi-trice nothin but street motherf-cker
tear this b-tch up till you bleed motherf-cker
i would’nt give a f-ck who you be motherf-cker
punk, p-ssy, b-tch or g motherf-cker
adrenaline rush before you leave motherf-cker

verse 2

when i speak i blow out your tweeters, yo dog,
show out in speakers roll out with heaters,
i’m just an animal eating the game,
jumbo monkey, funky and obie’s the name,
i rose solo, never been a hoe though,
keep yak’s vocal when cats act loco,
where you at when i’m moving the crowd,
you get trampled, mashed on detroit style,
up out your seats, pump out the e’s,
off the beat’s the crowd overpleased,
where my n-gg-‘s at smoking them tree’s,
off the cognac, finger f-cking the ski’s,
that’s how it is when you party with me,
you don’t like it, you l-7 like a square beat…

chorus

verse 3
yo, yo, since i came i rearrange the place with blaze,
spays dope with c-ke-fevers dna, i’m so addicted,
to gettin n-gg-‘s lifted, drunk off a liquid,
obie trice the misfit,
douse’in the crowd with p-ss and voul’s,
we underground motherf-cker fix your frown’s,
i beat the bore with a wisty tour,
off a whisky you never been this deep before,
so throw up your hands and peep out your man’s
when i come through next quarter trust it in you’s,
and trust i’m attackin it,
i hook up the hot sh-t like ay see we havin it,
that’s why i’m so miraculous,
and hope to get you n-gg-‘s pumped up,
i see you next time i see him chump,
that’s right, you go through obie trice f-cked up,
on your knees drop for these…

chorus

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