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Slaughterhouse

 

Slaughterhouse

(álbum: Liquid Courage - 2008)


[Verse 1:]
Yo...

Every word that I say is remorseless
Tears dudes apart like when gays get divorces
You are dealing with dangerous forces
Every word's carried with cranes or with forklifts

This is heavy shit
This ain't nothing light
The production's like walking a construction site
Swinging I-Beams, crushing rhyme themes, veteran cops puke their guts off at crime scenes

The type of rhyme that leaves a bad taste in your mouth
Turn that shit on and it sounds like a drag race in your house
We make wild joints, earning style points
Slick back like mildew on tile joints

[Hook:]
They all fall down
It's your turn now
Just one more cow to the slaughterhouse...
Yeah

[Verse 2:]
Motherfucker

I drill a hole down deep into your skull and reach down in that motherfucker and come out with your soul, then I
Crush that shit up and I mix it with yayo
Sniff it up step in to the booth and start spitting it fuego (bitch!)

I'm fucking light years ahead of your lame brains
Rappers end up living in small towns with they names changed
Yeah
Up in fortified houses, with embarrassed children and their mortified spouses

In my wake I leave miles of cardage and piles of garbage compiled of cartilage and bones
And other assorted body parts
Cannibals follow me at a distance with shopping carts

[Hook:]
They all fall down
It's your turn now
Just one more cow to the slaughterhouse...
Yeah

[Verse 3:]
Yo, welcome to the factory, sit down on this conveyer belt and be prepared to feel the same way the last nay-sayer felt
And don't give me that fucking fake surprised look, man, suck a dick
You knew full well going in you weren't shit

Dirty, low-life, piss ant, hating ass pee-ons
Talking about me or 'bout my man EOM
Yeah
Put that bitch in and wind it, it keeps my man chopping like kitchen appliances

We magnificent scientists
Call up your manager, tell him we just ripped his whole client list
We took a shit on his list of his contacts
Puked, spit, and pissed on his contracts

They are void now
They're destroyed now
His assistants are ALL unemployed now
Decoy cow, mind of a snake
Followers line up and wind up in steaks

[Sound of cows getting tortured and beaten until end]

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