8 Mile - Adrenline Rush Lyrics

Get the f*ck out motherf*cker...

Verse 1
Hey yo...
When I step up
in the bar, everybody hit the f*cking floor,
Lucky motherf*ckers 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 f*cking sports announcer,
I spit the
baa-haa till you rush the bouncer,
I rush the mutherf*cker in your way who's
bouncing,
You know old christ get their yak's
pronouncin...

CHORUS

Get live motherf*cker when I speak
motherf*cker,
Out your seat motherf*cker, I'm a reach
motherf*cker,
Shady-records till I sleep motherf*ckers
Obi-Trice nothin
but street motherf*cker
Tear this bitch up till you bleed motherf*cker
I
would'nt give a f*ck who you be motherf*cker
Punk, pussy, bitch or G
motherf*cker
Adrenaline rush before you leave motherf*cker

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 f*cking 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...

CHORUS

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 motherf*cker 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 f*cked up,
on your
knees drop for these...

CHORUS