8 Mile Adrenline Rush Lyrics

Adrenline Rush Lyrics

Get the fuck out motherfucker...



Verse 1

Hey yo...

When I step up

in the bar, everybody hit the fucking floor,

Lucky motherfuckers make it to

the door,

Cause when I spit on mic's I spit raw,

Which cause confusion

from the bar to the dance floor,

I keep the club on the vex,

Cause he

gotta pay me when I spit, plus replace alot of shit,

Niggas get a

whiling,

When my words echo's the room like, Get your hand out my

pocket,

You suck shit when my topics rockin,

I'm banned from clubs 'cause

my toxic tonsils,

Loud speaker like a fucking sports announcer,

I spit the

baa-haa till you rush the bouncer,

I rush the mutherfucker in your way who's

bouncing,

You know old christ get their yak's

pronouncin...



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Get live motherfucker when I speak

motherfucker,

Out your seat motherfucker, I'm a reach

motherfucker,

Shady-records till I sleep motherfuckers

Obi-Trice nothin

but street motherfucker

Tear this bitch up till you bleed motherfucker

I

would'nt give a fuck who you be motherfucker

Punk, pussy, bitch or G

motherfucker

Adrenaline rush before you leave motherfucker



Verse

2



When I speak I blow out your tweeters, yo dog,

Show out in speakers

roll out with heaters,

I'm just an animal eating the game,

Jumbo monkey,

funky and obie's the name,

I rose solo, never been a hoe though,

Keep

yak's vocal when cats act loco,

Where you at when I'm moving the

crowd,

You get trampled, mashed on detroit style,

Up out your seats, pump

out the E's,

Off the beat's the crowd overpleased,

Where my nigga's at

smoking them tree's,

Off the cognac, finger fucking the ski's,

That's how

it is when you party with me,

You don't like it, you L-7 like a square

beat...



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Verse 3

Yo, yo, since I came I rearrange the

place with blaze,

Spays dope with coke-fevers DNA, I'm so addicted,

To

gettin nigga's lifted, drunk off a liquid,

Obie Trice the misfit,

Douse'in

the crowd with piss and voul's,

We underground motherfucker fix your

frown's,

I beat the bore with a wisty tour,

Off a whisky you never been

this deep before,

So throw up your hands and peep out your man's

When I

come through next quarter trust it in you's,

And trust I'm attackin it,

i

cook up that hot shit like Ainsley Harriet

That's why I'm so

miraculous,

And hope to get you nigga's pumped up,

I see you next time I

see him chump,

That's right, you go through obie trice fucked up,

on your

knees drop for these...



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