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(feat. Eminem) Hey, what's a demon? A demon is fun, a lot more fun... [Intro: Obie Trice] Guess who's back from Shady's faction You gotta know that cause you made him Platinum 'case you look past 'em and ask him Is OT alright? I say easy bastards Thought I wouldn't come back? Nigga you backwards? He came from crack to obtaining his classics Knowin' all that, get your ass in action Cause now you have access to what's happenin' [Verse 1: Obie Trice] The flows eccentric O is back with a mouth full of inventions To hold my fans 'Til the next album comes, like my second one has [? ] slept on, it's a thing of the past I guess got some [? ] made 'em all laugh When I shoulda been strapped, up with gats But, I'm from the Ave so what's up with that? Cause on previous tracks Obie's clutchin' mags Look at him kickin' with fat chicks why would he brag? SongtexteWhat possesses him to do a song like that? Shut the fuck up! My nigga what's up? Cats with no humor, in the club mugged up You gon' get a facial tumor Assuming that that looks persuasive or invasive to him This is neither the time or place to pursue him Baby party it up with Shady, under the influence [Chorus: Eminem] You can't stop us Shady baby So come party with my crazy group Yea were wilin', yea were crazy! (Whoo) Yea come on Sha-a-a-ady! (Whoo) You can't stop us Shady baby So come party with my crazy group (Whoo) Were not dead, come on party it up with us Throw me in the club let's get fucked up! [Verse 2: Obie Trice] Okey dokey, Obie's back in the lab runnin' the track On my second lap, ahead of these fags Marshall Mathers laced the track So I ride that as if he would have Havin' a blast with a half a glass of Cognac Next to my pen and pad If I wanna get my abs intact call Curtis Jack for that Make chicks have asthma attacks The reaction is massive on the? Shut the fuck up! My bitches what's up? Cats that perfuming in the club hugged up You should get a different human Assumin' the dude you're in tune with is wearing PINK Instincts to tell you he's a freak He ain't interested in you, he's lookin' at G (Hahaha) [Chorus: Eminem] You can't stop us Shady baby So come party with my crazy group Yea were wilin', yea were crazy! (Whoo) Yea come on Sha-a-a-ady! (Whoo) You can't stop us Shady baby So come party with my crazy group (Whoo) Were not dead, come on party it up with us Throw me in the club let's get fucked up! [Verse 3: Obie Trice] No rehearsals the flow is cursed I spit it in cursive you know it's curtains Return with a banger that's so assertive DJ spinnin' 'em in circles certainly Hence the urgency, servin' them since the birth of me Get an intense verse from Obie - Wan Kenobi One and only, nothing like a phony Coordinate and macaroni Plus I clap your homie Actin' like he ain't have access to madness [? ] Fuck that, let's relax a moment Before we fuck around over react and blow it Do it for the folks those who know how to act enjoyment Actually this is Shady gatherin', spoil it It'll beat that ass like a Prince performance [Chorus: Eminem] You can't stop us Shady baby So come party with my crazy group Yea were wilin', yea were crazy! (Whoo) Yea come on Sha-a-a-ady! (Whoo) You can't stop us Shady baby So come party with my crazy group (Whoo) Were not dead, come on party it up with us Throw me in the club let's get fucked up! Aus Songtexte Mania