"Adrenaline Rush"
  Get the fuck up, motherfucker
    Hey yo, when i step up on the bar
  everybody hits the fuckin floor
  lucky motherfuckers make it to the door
  cause when i spit on the mics, i spit raw
  which cause confusion, from the bar to the dance floor
  i keep the club on the vex
  cause he got a penny when i spit and replace a lot of shit
  niggas get the wildin
  when my words, echo the room like "Get yo hand outta my pocket"
  you sock shit, when my topics rockin
  im banned from clubs cause of my toxic tonsils
  loud, speakin like a fuckin sports announcer
  i spit the blah hah, till you rush the bouncer
  or rush the motherfucker in your way whos bouncin
  you know obie trice, keeps those gats pronouncin
    [Chorus]
    Get live motherfucka, when i speak motherfucka
  out ya seat mothafucka, out my reach mothafucka
  shady records till i sleep mothafucka
  obie trice, nothin but street mothafucka
  tear this bitch up, until you bleed mothafucka
  i wouldnt give a fuck who you be mothafucka
  punk, pussy, bitch or g mothafucka
  adrenaline rush before you leave mothafucka
    when i speak, i blow out ya tweeters, im dark
  show out in speakers, roll out with heaters
  im just an animal, eatin the game
  jungle monkey, fuck yah obies the name
  i roll solo, never been a holdo
  keep gats fo fo, when cats act loco
  where you at when im movin a crowd
  you get trampled, mashed on, detroit style
  up out ya seats, pump out the ease
  off the beats, the crowd obie please
  where my niggas at smokin them trees
  off the cogniac, finger fuckin a sleeze
  thats how it is when you party with me
  you dont like it, you l seven like a square beat
    [Chorus]
    Ever since i came, i rearranged the place with blaze
  stage dive with coke ceivers, dna
  im so addicted to gettin niggas lifted
  drunk off of liquid
  obie trice, the misfit
  doucin the crowd with piss and brows
  we underground mothafucka, fix your frowns
  i be the boy with the whiskey tour
  off of wiskey, youve never been this deep before
  so, throw up ya hands and peep out yo mans
  when i come through, next quarter
  trice that the fiends use
  and trust, im attackin it
  i cook up the hot shit like ainslee havin it
  thats why im so miraculous
  and obie gets you niggas pumped up
  i see you next collisiem chump
  thats right, you come to obie trice fucked up
  of ease, drunk, weed
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