• Artist: Obie Trice
• Song Title: Adrenaline Rush
• Album: 8 Mile Soundtrack

A yo when I step up in the bar
Everybody hit the f**kin floor
Lucky motherf**kaz make it to the door
Cuz when I, spit on mics I spit raw
Which cause confusion from the bar to the dance floor
I keep the club on a vex
Cuz he gotta pay me when I spit plus replace a lot of s**t
N****z get the wallin
When my words echoes the room like “Get ya hands out my pocket”
You soc s**t when my topics rockin
I’m banned from clubs cuz of my toxic tonsils
Loud speakin like a f**kin sports announcer
I spit the bligh high to you rush the bouncer
Or rush the motherf**ka in ya way who’s bouncing
You know Ob Trice get the gaps pronouncin

[Hook]
Get loud motherf**ka when I speak motherf**ka
Out ya seat motherf**ka Imma reach motherf**kaz
Shady Records ‘til I sleep motherf**ka
Obie Trice nothin but street motherf**ka
Tare this b**** up until you bleed motherf**ka
I wouldn’t give a f**k who you be motherf**ka
Punk, pussy, b****, or g motherf**ka
Adrenaline rush before you leave motherf**ka

When I speak I blow out ya tweet as a dog
Show out in speakers roll out wit heaters
I’m just a animal eatin the game
Jungle monkey, funky and Obie’s the name
I roll solo, never been a hoe tho
Keep gatz foco when catz act loco
Where you at when I’m movin the crowd?
You get trampled, massed on, detraced out
Up out ya seats pump out the E
Off the beats the crowd, “Obie please”
Where my n****z at smokin them trees
Off the Coniac finger f**kin a skeez
That’s how it is when you party wit me
You don’t like it
You L-7 like a square be

[Hook]
Get live motherf**ka
When I speak motherf**ka
Out ya seat motherf**ka Imma reach motherf**ka
Shady Records ‘til I sleep motherf**ka
Obie Trice nothin but street motherf**ka
Tare this b**** up until I bleed motherf**ka
I wouldn’t give a f**k who you be motherf**ka
Punk, pussy, b****, or g motherf**ka
Adrenaline rush before you leave motherf**ka

Yo since I came
I rearranged the place wit blaze
Spaze die from coke c was DNA
I’m so addicted to gettin n****z lifted
Drunk off of liquid
Ob Trice the misfit
Bounce in the crowd wit piss and vowls
We underground motherf**ka fix ya frowns
I be the boar wit the risky tore
Off a whiskey you never been this geek before
So, throw up ya hands and peep out ya mans
When I come thru, next quarter, Trice set to fend youz
And trust, I’m attackin it
I cook up the hot s**t like Ansly Harriet
That’s why I’m so miraculous
And Obie get you n****z pump up
I see you next colosseum chump

That’s right you go thru Obie Trice for f**k up
All you need drugs, weed

[Hook]