I Am lyrics

[Obie Trice]
Yo, yo I been wreckin shop since I can hardly remember
Then I pick n*ggas off they axe, yell "TIMBERRRRRR!"
Obie Trice the big lip slim n*gga
I got the antidote that'll heat the f*ckin winter
I'm too nice for MC's to wanna fight with this
I'm more like Christ when I recite my sh*t
So come and +Meet Joe Black+, cause I'm the voice that you hear
When you're havin a heart attack and I appear
Obie Trice the ill n*gga, Hilfiger
Polo, Girbaud, boost out the sto's
Catch n*ggas on the avenue (WHO NEED CLOTHES?!)
Code name Lenny; n*gga give me a penny
Penetrate your pus*y girl, when I'm tipsy
Don't be scared, when the biscuit's in your lights
And I c*ck back to cause death on site
sh*t, I'm like Iron Mike when that n*gga first appeared
I'm like Michael Jordan at the prime of his career
I'm like Nasty Nas down +Memory Lane+
+Sittin in Da Park+ after dark slingin my 'caine
I'm Obie Trice
Yo, I'm Obie Trice

[Chorus: scratched samples by DJ Grouch]
"Y-y-y'all, y'all know the name!"
"One in a mil'" - "Got it made"
"Clever with rhymes, it's like whatever with mines"
"Represent, by all means"
"Let your mans know"
"I am" - "Obie Trice, brings terror"
"Strapped with the heat"
"Mr. Trice, dopest n*gga"
[Obie Trice]
Yo, yo I done travelled the world, f*ck physical
But through soundwaves with my name engraved in cortex cere-bre-als
Cross the planet, n*ggas took Obie Trice for granted
But managed to think twice, when a slug landed
Hand it to Obie, he'll f*ck some'n up!
That sh*t follow me since I been breakin Tonka trucks
And cause I rap now, you think that you trap
Can't remind me of that plow from way back
I come equipped with lyrics that assist n*ggas in depth
O-vorkian, at the f*ckin sickly's request
I leave a mess, and take Slim Shady's advice
c*ck, a wig and high heels and RuPaul for life
Obie motherf*ckin Trice
[Chorus] w/ minor variations
[Obie Trice]
I'm fat, I'll never lose that like Subway Jared
I keep killin n*ggas from the, sh*t that you're hearin
And while I'm at my hearin, sh*t I just grim the judge
Roll my eyes 'til the debt don't budge
And bounce when a b*tch pronounce, not guilty
Been filthy, f*ckin sl*ts 'til nuts empty
Ugly b*tches tempt me, run it
I take 'em old school with the C-section slits down her stomach
Most people might vomit
Gimme stretch marks and cigarette burns, I pay homage boo
Y'all hoes need love too
I'd rather f*ck you, while the boys scream (f*ck