Obnoxious

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Asshole
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 I'm obnoxious, motherfucker, can't you tell?
 Run through Little Havana, yellin', "¡Viva Fidel!"
 Jerkin' off with the sheets when I stay at hotels
 Drinkin' Bacardi at AA meetings, smokin' a L
 I'm broke as hell, my attitude is no good
 Like workin' for white people after watchin' Rosewood
 So I'm a mercenary, I don't care how I get richer
 Like American companies that did business with Hitler
 Get the picture, nigga? I'm the best of both worlds
 Without the hidden camera, and the 12-year-old girl
 Let's face it, you're basic, you aren't half the man that I am
 I'll throw your gang sign up, and then I'll spit on my hand
 Give me a hundred grand!
 Give me your watch! Give me your chain!
 That's your girl? Bitch, get over here! Give me some brain!
 I'll bust off on her face, and right after the segment
 She'll probably rub it in her pussy, tryna get herself pregnant
 I said it, I meant it, that's the way I deal with enemies
 Like pro-lifers that support the death penalty
 And don't talk about war when niggas know that you puss
 A fuckin' hypocrite draft-dodger like George Bush
 Don't push me, nigga, 'cause I'm close to the edge
 And I'll jump off with a rope that's wrapped around ya head
 Send a dead fetus to my ex on Valentine's Day
 The safety's off, nigga, so get the fuck out my way!
 Obnoxious, nigga, murderous lyrics
 I know that you hear it
 Now that I'm gettin' closer and closer, I know that you feel it
 You're eatin' off rap, and I hope you choke on your gimmick
 Niggas said Hip-Hop was dead, but I'm invokin' the spirit
 We takin' it back in the day to the Golden Age
 When wack motherfuckers used to get thrown off stage
 Immortal Technique, I made this to bump in your ride
 Or burn it off the Internet and bump it outside
 Nigga, we keepin' it live, we keepin' it live
 We keepin' it live, we keepin' it live
 Burn it off the fuckin' Internet and bump it outside (Yeah nigga!)
 Look, motherfucker, my words damage and slaughter
 A ragin' alcoholic like the President's daughters
 Disgustin' flow, like third-world-country tap water
 But before I hit the border, someone give me a quarter
 'Cause I'ma prank call COP-SHOT just for kicks
 Payback for every time that they called me a spic
 And Puerto-Rican chicks tell me that I fuck like I'm loco
 And Dominican women call me the "Rompe Toto"
 They call me "ocioso," I'd rather get fired than quit
 I get unemployment, you work, and we makin' the same shit
 How dare you niggas criticize the way that I spit?
 You coffee-shop revolutionary son of a bitch!
 But you know what the fuck I think is just pathetic and gay?
 When niggas speculate, what the fuck 'Pac would say
 You don't know shit about a dead man's perspective
 And talkin' shit'll get your neck bone disconnected
 Disrespected, niggas don't show no love
 Why you tryna be hardcore, you fuckin' homo thug?
 And don't be sensitive and angry at the shit that I wrote
 'Cause if you can take a fuckin' dick, you can take a joke
 I'll choke your friends in front of you to prove that you've fallen off
 And you won't do shit about it
 Like the Church during the Holocaust
 Kalashnikov machine gun flow that I fire
 Obnoxious until they shoot me on the day I retire
 Obnoxious, nigga, murderous lyrics
 I know that you hear it
 Now that I'm gettin' closer and closer, I know that you feel it
 You're eatin' off rap, and I hope you choke on your gimmick
 Niggas said Hip-Hop was dead, but I'm invokin' the spirit
 We takin' it back in the day to the Golden Age
 When wack motherfuckers used to get thrown off stage
 Immortal Technique, I made this to bump in your ride
 Or burn it off the Internet and bump it outside
 Nigga, we keepin' it live, we keepin' it live
 We keepin' it live, we keepin' it live
 Burn it off the fuckin' Internet and bump it outside
 Damn, homie!
 In high school, I beat the shit out of you and your man, homie
 Your girl wanna blow me, and don't even know me
 She lonely, and she think you a phony
 I take a piss on a development deal from Sony
 Or Def Jam, 'cause you're like all of the rest, man
 This ain't a verse, this is shit-talk at the end of the song
 And you can suck a dick if you think I ended it wrong
 Fuck you and I'm gone, ha-ha-ha-ha!
 Peace to the Stronghold, EOW
 Word-A-Mouf, Forbidden Chapters
 IAK niggas, Wax Poe, killin' you slow
 The Plague, I'll murder a show
 You don't even know, yeah
 Foul play, nigga
 Harlem!
 

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Duration
04:49
Key
10
Tempo
76 BPM

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