Fukglasshouse

(album: Rise & Fall Of Slaughterhouse - 2022)

The title of the album, you know, it's Glass House
So you're gonna peek in and see us
More than you've ever seen us
Um, Em is in, you know, he got a hand in it
But in a way where it's just like
Time to show everybody "Shut up, I'm gonna rap"

[KXNG Crooked:]
I'm smoking on this Glass House pack tonight
R.I.P. Glass House, rest in procrastination
You was beautiful, I'm so sad I had to do it to you
We started off brothers in this shit
You couldn't tell us nothing in this bitch (On the code of the streets)
Mixtapes was a hunnid in the clip, first album was a duffel full of bricks, nigga (No bone a piece)
You know, the way we done it was a lick
Give me the money and even though life's a bitch, she suck a nigga dick
Had to train you pussies, but you ain't fucking with the click
Gun in the safe is the pole vault
I get it jumping with the stick, yeah
The rap game is a bloody sport
Beefing with your label 'cause your money's short
Unimportant to me, I'm worried about if those stitches gon come to court
They can fuck the album, just leak it under a dummy corp
I'm just, I'm just tryna escape traffic
Do it through the music but my niggas just ain't rapping (So I)
Stay trafficking, whoever say it ain't happen is a downlow brother
'Cause them niggas is straight capping
I don't give a fuck what you overheard
I called Em, I called Royce, I even called Paul Rosenberg
Tried to put the group back together
That's for the culture, word
Niggas brushed it off like it's nothing
That's why I'm so disturbed
What would Crooked I do?
Get back to the grind (True)
Bentleys, I'ma buy two
Get 'em out the mud till it look like I'm driving right through the bayou
And guess what I'm playing when I'm riding by you

This, Fuck Glass House (We on some brand new shit)
Fuck Glass House (We on some brand new shit)
Fuck Glass House (We on some brand new shit)
Fuck Glass House (Brand new)

[Joell Ortiz:]
We on that brand new
Paint one, flame one, to dismantle
Glass House, that bitch dead
Framed up on my mantle near that pig's head, dangling
Wait, ain't that that mask you used to wear, Crooked?
Nah, that's a actual carcass, I parked a couple in this melon
Till it squealed like somebody yelling real but they telling
It's ill how you niggas claim you kill but you run mouth
I still be in the field with the gloves
You in clubhouse, fuck outta here
Get you the fuck outta here like it's nothing son
I mean, the fuck outta here, like I'm nutting on his son (Haha)
And I can't give a fuck what you overheard (Word)
You weak and listening to sheep gon get you rocked to sleep, over herds
I don't play industry, street nigga, chosen words
Radio or shadio, ask one of them Rosenbergs
Peter pay Paul where I'm from, on them broken curves
I ain't underrated, they just overrate the phony herbs (Facts)
Fuck the numbers, I just love the art (Word)
'Member, I asked to leave the doc
Think I care who running up the charts? (Shit)
Line 'em up, let's go bar for bar
Is they gon win? That's a big N-O
Like a Mardi Gras party, walking right by you
Just had a hearty hard moment of what I might do
Feel like I'm Marty Mar
This the unofficial Glass House sequel
I shoulda saw what it was since the glass house see-through

[KXNG Crooked:]
This, Fuck Glass House (We on some brand new shit)
Fuck Glass House (We on some brand new shit)
Fuck Glass House (We on some brand new shit)
Fuck Glass House

I challenge any real nigga to answer this question
If you don't wanna see your brother eat, is that your brother?