Always Right Now.

[Intro: Obi III Terrors]
You don’t wanna fuck around
Said they wanna talk about
You don’t really wanna win
Could it really be about

[Verse 1: Obi III Terrors]
You don’t wanna fuck around here
Seven for seven, cold cuts and a beer
Said they wanna talk about us
No squeaking my lips on the back of the bus
You don’t really wanna win this
Squeeze all my cards while you foldin’ the chin
Could it really be about me
Seven for seven, cold cuts and a tea
Somewhere I’m peekin’, you fuckers gon’ squeek
Fucker can’t see me I'm blowing the leaves
Stop with the tree streak, my gon'-gon'-gon' leave
Gon'-gon'-gon' stay, don't-don’t sleep in that lake
Born in the belly of the beast
Be where I live, but don't live where I eat
Still ride a cabbie to the park
Left when we cradled, now we all grown up

[Hook: Obi III Terrors & Marty Bukkake Large]
You don’t wanna fuck around (you don’t wanna fuck around)
Say they wanna talk about (say they wanna talk about)
You don’t really wanna win (you don’t really wanna win)
Could it really be about

[Verse 2: Marty Bukkake Large]
Could it really be about us if you ask me
You must be smokin’ on that Mortein and parsley
Could you feel the hair up on your neck when you pass me?
Ne-never bleed out all the jewels that you’re grasping
Break you down and tell my girl to pass me that arse please
Not a breath in all the questions you ask me
When the clouds roll in know Triple One is in your town
Settle with sections cut the wrist for the hellbound (motherfuck)
Anything you can do I can do better
Content with my timing no matter the weather
You is a gimp with your metal and leather
Hit you with force watch you float like a feather
If you were a cloud I’d turn you to rain
If you were a pound I’d smoke you all day
If you ever made it then kill me today
I got bitches on bitches and bitches that hate

[Outro: Obi III Terrors, reversed]
You don’t wanna fuck around
Said they wanna talk about
You don’t really wanna win
Could it really be about