[Intro: Obi III Terrors]

You don’t wanna fuck around

Said they wanna talk about

You don’t really wanna win

Could it really be about

[Verse 1: Obi III Terrors]

You don’t wanna fuck around here

Seven for seven, cold cuts and a beer

Said they wanna talk about us

No squeaking my lips on the back of the bus

You don’t really wanna win this

Squeeze all my cards while you foldin’ the chin

Could it really be about me

Seven for seven, cold cuts and a tea

Somewhere I’m peekin’, you fuckers gon’ squeek

Fucker can’t see me I'm blowing the leaves

Stop with the tree streak, my gon'-gon'-gon' leave

Gon'-gon'-gon' stay, don't-don’t sleep in that lake

Born in the belly of the beast

Be where I live, but don't live where I eat

Still ride a cabbie to the park

Left when we cradled, now we all grown up

[Hook: Obi III Terrors & Marty Bukkake Large]

You don’t wanna fuck around (you don’t wanna fuck around)

Say they wanna talk about (say they wanna talk about)

You don’t really wanna win (you don’t really wanna win)

Could it really be about

[Verse 2: Marty Bukkake Large]

Could it really be about us if you ask me

You must be smokin’ on that Mortein and parsley

Could you feel the hair up on your neck when you pass me?

Ne-never bleed out all the jewels that you’re grasping

Break you down and tell my girl to pass me that arse please

Not a breath in all the questions you ask me

When the clouds roll in know Triple One is in your town

Settle with sections cut the wrist for the hellbound (motherfuck)

Anything you can do I can do better

Content with my timing no matter the weather

You is a gimp with your metal and leather

Hit you with force watch you float like a feather

If you were a cloud I’d turn you to rain

If you were a pound I’d smoke you all day

If you ever made it then kill me today

I got bitches on bitches and bitches that hate

[Outro: Obi III Terrors, reversed]

You don’t wanna fuck around

Said they wanna talk about

You don’t really wanna win

Could it really be about