I'm Straight Unstoppable, Watch Me Move Through Out Ya Obstacle.
Ya'll Are As Straight As Two Men, Sharin' a Popsicle!
I Aint a Pimp, So Fuck A Limp, I Walk With a Swagger.
And a Mini Machine On My Back, In My Hand There's a Dagger.
They're Calling For Greatness, They Leave My Name In The Air
They're Calling For The Fat Kid, Who Has The Flames In His Hair.
A Fire Crotch, I'm So Hot, Ya Best Watch Ya Dames.
Burn Her Mouth To The Third Degree, While She's Giving Me Brains!
I Spit Shit So Underground, They Feel It When In The Cemetary!
They Say "That Kid Obnoxiouz Is Gonna Be Legendary"
It's That L.A. Connection, The West Coast Apostles.
Fuck Around Homie, They'll Find You Laying As A Fossil!
You Don't Wanna See Obnoxious Get Hostile
Rip Out Ya Tongue, And Straight Cum On Ya Tonsils!
That's the way that we spit it, so don't be fuckin' with it
Or get it, Come at me wicked, Or I'm Drippin Acidic Liquid!
I Know That Ya'll Thought, Ya'll Was Better than Obnoxiouz
So I'm Sending Every Rapper, Bombed Filled Boxes.
Blowin' Up Ya House, Leavin' Ya Bedroom TopLess.
Need The Army Just To Harm Me, Ya'll Aint Never Gonna Stop This!
Why You Actin' Like Creepin, See You, Peepin' From My Optics!
Got Blood Fillin My Tub Like It's Leakin' From My Faucets!
If You Claimin' That You Banging Got You Hanging In My Closet!
Never Pop Cryss Or Drop Clicks, Just Hot Shit!
I Got A Whole Entourage Of Vatos And Wedos,
And Negros, That'll Leavin' Holdin' On Your Heuvos!
Heavier Than Your Metal, Take You Down To My Level
Where The Underground, Is Based Off The Bass And The Treble!
The Blue Eyed Devil, Murderin' These Whack Bastards.
Sayin' I Can't Win If I'm Battle a Black Rapper?
Now Why You Gotta Go Ahead And Talk All That Crap Fer?
You Shouldn't Call Me Lame, You Should Be Callin' me Master!
Don't Make Me Repeat Myself, I'm Unstoppable.
I Tom Cruise When I Move, These Missions Impossible
Ya'll Keep Flexin' And Dis-respectin'
Is a quick way to get your fuckin' Chin Checked In.
Never Did I Beleive That I'd Be Rappin' Up in The Booth
But you hearin' my lyrics and rythm, bumpin' ya speakers is proof.
I'm The Truth, Nah That Shit's All Played Out.
This Is Real Hip Hop, What You're Spitting Is Gay Sounds.
Should I Just Drop This, Go And Make a Club Song.
Try To Get Me Some Groupies, To Get Tugged On.
Nah I love Being Poor, Never Ever Get Cash.
And Since I Have No Dinero, I Never Get Ass.
Unless I'm Stealin It, Rapin' Ya Bitch When I Be Drillin It!
And After I Bust My Nut, You Know I'll Just Kill The Bitch!
Ya Trick, It's That West Coast Wicked Shit.
I Got A Suprise For You, Got Ahead And Get A Lick Of Dis.
Ya'll Are As Straight As Two Men, Sharin' a Popsicle!
I Aint a Pimp, So Fuck A Limp, I Walk With a Swagger.
And a Mini Machine On My Back, In My Hand There's a Dagger.
They're Calling For Greatness, They Leave My Name In The Air
They're Calling For The Fat Kid, Who Has The Flames In His Hair.
A Fire Crotch, I'm So Hot, Ya Best Watch Ya Dames.
Burn Her Mouth To The Third Degree, While She's Giving Me Brains!
I Spit Shit So Underground, They Feel It When In The Cemetary!
They Say "That Kid Obnoxiouz Is Gonna Be Legendary"
It's That L.A. Connection, The West Coast Apostles.
Fuck Around Homie, They'll Find You Laying As A Fossil!
You Don't Wanna See Obnoxious Get Hostile
Rip Out Ya Tongue, And Straight Cum On Ya Tonsils!
That's the way that we spit it, so don't be fuckin' with it
Or get it, Come at me wicked, Or I'm Drippin Acidic Liquid!
I Know That Ya'll Thought, Ya'll Was Better than Obnoxiouz
So I'm Sending Every Rapper, Bombed Filled Boxes.
Blowin' Up Ya House, Leavin' Ya Bedroom TopLess.
Need The Army Just To Harm Me, Ya'll Aint Never Gonna Stop This!
Why You Actin' Like Creepin, See You, Peepin' From My Optics!
Got Blood Fillin My Tub Like It's Leakin' From My Faucets!
If You Claimin' That You Banging Got You Hanging In My Closet!
Never Pop Cryss Or Drop Clicks, Just Hot Shit!
I Got A Whole Entourage Of Vatos And Wedos,
And Negros, That'll Leavin' Holdin' On Your Heuvos!
Heavier Than Your Metal, Take You Down To My Level
Where The Underground, Is Based Off The Bass And The Treble!
The Blue Eyed Devil, Murderin' These Whack Bastards.
Sayin' I Can't Win If I'm Battle a Black Rapper?
Now Why You Gotta Go Ahead And Talk All That Crap Fer?
You Shouldn't Call Me Lame, You Should Be Callin' me Master!
Don't Make Me Repeat Myself, I'm Unstoppable.
I Tom Cruise When I Move, These Missions Impossible
Ya'll Keep Flexin' And Dis-respectin'
Is a quick way to get your fuckin' Chin Checked In.
Never Did I Beleive That I'd Be Rappin' Up in The Booth
But you hearin' my lyrics and rythm, bumpin' ya speakers is proof.
I'm The Truth, Nah That Shit's All Played Out.
This Is Real Hip Hop, What You're Spitting Is Gay Sounds.
Should I Just Drop This, Go And Make a Club Song.
Try To Get Me Some Groupies, To Get Tugged On.
Nah I love Being Poor, Never Ever Get Cash.
And Since I Have No Dinero, I Never Get Ass.
Unless I'm Stealin It, Rapin' Ya Bitch When I Be Drillin It!
And After I Bust My Nut, You Know I'll Just Kill The Bitch!
Ya Trick, It's That West Coast Wicked Shit.
I Got A Suprise For You, Got Ahead And Get A Lick Of Dis.
