[Intro]

yeah

trice

the statik selektah

[Verse 1 – Obie Trice]

o back around the corner

got the crack, put in your orders

we 'bout to run up out the storages

it's notorious, the way i got big spitting stories

being me, sex's clan, then glorious

we're not your favorite, fuck it

you know the system and you buck it

have you revisiting how you used to love it

my niggas is few through the music, cool sticks, cool kid

used to pursue excuses, truth is, i was truin' in school

so its influence is foolish, that was my views

i’m back at it, the rap addict, by any means

we gonna get these stacks accurate, no skinny jeans

say he ain't a star, niggas might be right

i'm so regular, nigga gotta shit tonight

take it back selektah, let 'em know it's trice

put your seatbelts on, we gon' ride tonight

[Verse 2 – Eminem]

and i would like to introduce myse-self

surprise! *chica* hi, it's ike

'bout to get my ike on, i come with a life supply

of wife beaters and my nikes on

and a white tee over that iron mike

lookin' fly tonight, feel like i might die from a spider bite

come back as spider-man, park my peter inside a dyke

bitch actin' like she got fuckin' higher standards than meijer's, right

had to pry her fingers off the motherfuckin' breyer's ice cream

with the pliers, like "aahhh!"

only a ruthless bastard would do this

take a toothles bitch with no taste buds to ruth chris

give her toothpicks, stop on the way home

pick up two big bufords

girl, you got a nice pair, but you're plum stupid!

so when i pull up in that benz

don't try to pretend you ain't interested

to impress your stupid ass friends

and refuse to get in woman, and get slammed on the ground

and snap like a pool stick against cement

if you sick of dick, pretend it's a musical instrument

you get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

i can tell at first glance you're a ho

cause your pants are so tight

when you dance with o. trice, your implants explode

so cold to dykes, the chance is snow in san francisco

boy i'm from detroit city, you livin' in animosity

that's a fucked up state to be in, such an atrocity

look where these random thoughts get me

in senseless mind babble, "what me? apologize? labrbrr"

that's just the way the rhyme unravels

and i wouldn't fucking take it back if i time traveled!

[Chorus]

so call me richard, cause i'm a dick

it's also richard cause i feel like you should

pry your fucking mouth up off of it

i said just call me richard, cause i'm a dick

you ain't gotta be no detective to figure out i'm a dick

when i hold my privates to your first clue

sherlock, prick! just call me richard

[Verse 3 – Obie Trice]

that's my motives, jumpin' off in rovers

all white, like i was right up in the dakotas

or minnesota, did i mention soda?

when it's mixed with viola, watch my cup runneth over

cut from a soldier

them ho niggas disposable toaster

putting holes in a nigga getting close enough

fear till the credits roll

till my condition is beyond what the medics know

they wanna edit o

like a prosthetic third leg let it go

this is shady 1.0 em let 'em know

i still profit through the process

the prize in my jeans my balls'll never digress

i'm a dick that i brag about it