Hey, what's a demon?

A demon is fun, a lot more fun...





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'





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



I guess got some 

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?

What 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





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!





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)





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!





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





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!