Where is He?

Lyrics

[Chorus: Obi Ill Terrors] Goddamn, yeah, I love the attention Suicide boy, yeah, I love the affection Object, yeah, I love the objection Objectify me, girl, baby, ready my weapon Cocaine is a hell of a preference When living ain't cheap and your nose got a mouth Six beers and it's asking me questions Like who's got the plug and where is he now? [Bridge: Obi Ill Terrors] So where is he? So where is he now? So where is he now? Where is he? [Chorus: Obi Ill Terrors] Goddamn, yeah, I love the attention Suicide boy, yeah, I love the affection Object, yeah, I love the objection Objectify me, girl, baby, ready my weapon Cocaine is a hell of a preference When living ain't cheap and your nose got a mouth Six beers and it's asking me questions Like who's got the plug and where is he now? [Verse 1: Marty Bugatti] I don't know if I'ma be around this year Hate getting out of bed, but I tell myself I love it Days fly by like a Concorde here I'm waiting for the crash, still waiting for the crash Forty-five, ninety, hit the ground, my dear By the time you know, it'll be too late I'm all out of luck and I've been too scared To answer voices I can't hear (Woo) Role models say leave it, but I just wanna get livid Keeping out of trouble's like keeping out of opinions I don't know where it all goes, call me pronto Acting like a honcho, but really I'm more like Gonzo Mondo el a quattro, getting blocked nose Hail Mary, baby, pop flow like a rock show Dibble dabble dance with the Devil, but I never lock eyes But I never lock eyes (Lock eyes) [Bridge: Obi Ill Terrors and Lil Dijon] So where is he? So where is he now? So where is he now? Where is he? [Chorus: Obi Ill Terrors] Goddamn, yeah, I love the attention Suicide boy, yeah, I love the affection Object, yeah, I love the objection Objectify me, girl, baby, ready my weapon Cocaine is a hell of a preference When living ain't cheap and your nose got a mouth Six beers and it's asking me questions Like who's got the plug and where is he now? [Verse 2: Obi Ill Terrors] Yeah, yeah, they got it Pick it up and burn a pocket 'til they drop it Fifty-ones is better odds and better profit You forty-nine and you percenting out of pocket Stop it, dishlickers, but you wouldn't go to trotters It's all the same, sign your name on the dotted What's your make? Run a rake at a rotty Couple stakes and a staffy, like I'm sorry, but I'm not Every time, I say it's fuckin' up my gut Used to say it every day, think every day's enough (That's enough) Now I'd rather hit the legs then give it up (Give it up) V8's lickin' on the road to galahs (Oi) Couple chicks want it, but the boys want a laugh VB's flowing off the hoist and the bath Yelling see me neck it out the sack or a cast That's enough, just a day living burnt in the yard [Outro: Obi Ill Terrors, Lil Dijon] So where is he? So where is he? So where is he? So where is he now? So where is he now? So where is he now? Where is he?