Lyric Adrenline Rush
Get the fuck out motherfucker...
Verse 1
Hey yo...
When I step up in the bar, everybody hit the fucking floor,
Lucky motherfuckers 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 shit,
Niggas get a whiling,
When my words echo s the room like, Get your hand out my pocket,
You suck shit when my topics rockin,
I m banned from clubs cause my toxic tonsils,
Loud speaker like a fucking sports announcer,
I spit the baa-haa till you rush the bouncer,
I rush the mutherfucker in your way who s bouncing,
You know old christ get their yak s pronouncin...
CHORUS
Get live motherfucker when I speak motherfucker,
Out your seat motherfucker, I m a reach motherfucker,
Shady-records till I sleep motherfuckers
Obi-Trice nothin but street motherfucker
Tear this bitch up till you bleed motherfucker
I would nt give a fuck who you be motherfucker
Punk, pussy, bitch or G motherfucker
Adrenaline rush before you leave motherfucker
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 nigga s at smoking them tree s,
Off the cognac, finger fucking 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 coke-fevers DNA, I m so addicted,
To gettin nigga s lifted, drunk off a liquid,
Obie Trice the misfit,
Douse in the crowd with piss and voul s,
We underground motherfucker 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 shit like ay see we havin it,
That s why I m so miraculous,
And hope to get you nigga s pumped up,
I see you next time I see him chump,
That s right, you go through obie trice fucked up,
on your knees drop for these...
CHORUS
Verse 1
Hey yo...
When I step up in the bar, everybody hit the fucking floor,
Lucky motherfuckers 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 shit,
Niggas get a whiling,
When my words echo s the room like, Get your hand out my pocket,
You suck shit when my topics rockin,
I m banned from clubs cause my toxic tonsils,
Loud speaker like a fucking sports announcer,
I spit the baa-haa till you rush the bouncer,
I rush the mutherfucker in your way who s bouncing,
You know old christ get their yak s pronouncin...
CHORUS
Get live motherfucker when I speak motherfucker,
Out your seat motherfucker, I m a reach motherfucker,
Shady-records till I sleep motherfuckers
Obi-Trice nothin but street motherfucker
Tear this bitch up till you bleed motherfucker
I would nt give a fuck who you be motherfucker
Punk, pussy, bitch or G motherfucker
Adrenaline rush before you leave motherfucker
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 nigga s at smoking them tree s,
Off the cognac, finger fucking 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 coke-fevers DNA, I m so addicted,
To gettin nigga s lifted, drunk off a liquid,
Obie Trice the misfit,
Douse in the crowd with piss and voul s,
We underground motherfucker 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 shit like ay see we havin it,
That s why I m so miraculous,
And hope to get you nigga s pumped up,
I see you next time I see him chump,
That s right, you go through obie trice fucked up,
on your knees drop for these...
CHORUS
