Intro
  Obie... Yo... Im sick
  Damn... You straight dog?
    Chorus
  That's why I ain't got no time. For these games and stupid tricks
  Or these bitches on my dick. That's how dudes be getting sick
  That's how dicks be getting drips. Falling victims to this shit
  From these bitches on our dicks, fucking chickens with no ribs
  That's why I ain't got no time...
    Verse 1 (Obie Trice)
  Yo, I woke up fucked up off the liquor I drunk. I had a bag of the skunk won in last nights Tunk
  pussy residue was on my penis, Denise from the cleaners, fucked me good, you shoulda seen this
  big booty bitch, switch unbearable, french roll stylin', body like a stallion
  Sizin up the figure while my shit's getting bigger, debatin' on a fuck or do I want to be her nigga
  Caressin'this bitch, plus I'm checking out them tits, sippin' on that fine shit I ain't used to buyin'
  I gotta hit it from behind, its mandatory, like takin' hoe's money, but that's another story
  For surely, the pussy on toast after we toast, her clothes fell like Bishop in Juice
  The womb beater, clean pussy eater, insertin' my jock in that spot hotter than the hottest block
  Don't Stop! The response I got when I was knockin' it, clock steady tickin', kinky finger lickin'
  and can on, semen's at my tip when she moans. I gotta slow down before I cum soon
  and work that nigga like a slave owner. When I dropped off my outfit, she knew I wanted to bone her
  She foamin' at the lips, the one between them hips, pubic hairs lookin' like some sour cream dip
  without the nacho, my dick hit the spot though, pussy tighter than conditions of us black folks
  We in the final stretch, the last part of sex. I bust a fat ass nut, then I woke up next
  like what the fuck is goin' on here, this bitch evaporated, pussy and all, just picked up and vacated
  Now I'm frusturated cuz my dick was unprotected, and Doctor Wesley tellin me I really got that shit
    Chorus
    Verse 2 (Eminem)
  Now I don't wanna hit no woman, but this chick's got it comin', someone better get this bitch, before she gets kicked in the stomach
  and she's pregnant, buts she's eggin' me on, beggin' me to throw her off the steps of this porch
  my only weapon is force and I don't wanna resort to any violence of any sort. But what's she shovin' me for?
  Doesn't she love me no more? Wasn't she huggin' me four minutes ago at the door?
  M an, I'm this close to goin' toe-to-toe with this whore. What would you do if she was tellin' you she wants a divorce?
  She's havin' another baby in a month, and it's yours, and you find out it isn't cus this bitch has been visitin' someone else
  and suckin' his dick and kissin' you on the lips when you get back, to Michigan, now the plot is thickenin' worse
  cus you feel like you've been stickin' your fuckin' dick in a hearse
  so you paranoid at every little cold that you get, ever since they told you this shit, you've been holdin' your dick
  so you go to the clinic, sweatin' every minute you in it, then the doctor comes out lookin' like Dennis the Menace
  and it's obvious to everyone in the lobby it's AIDS, he ain't even gotta call you in his office to say it
  so you jet back home, cus you gon' get that hoe, when you see her, you gon' bend her fuckin' neck back, yo
  cus you love her, you never would expect that blow, Obie told you the scoop, how could she stoop that low?
  Jesus, I don't believe this, bitch works at the cleaners, bringin' me home diseases, swingin' from Obie's penis
  she's so deceivin', shit this hoe's a genius,she g'd us...
    Chorus
    I'm Busy
  Fuck these Bitches
  Fuck'em all, Get Money
  Shady Records, Obie Trice
  Eminem, muthafucka
  New millenium shit... Yeah
  Turn this shit off
  Turn this shit the fuck off