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Slaughterhouse
[Joell Ortiz:] I
define gutter, everytime I
rhyme I
climb up another notch Hip hop got my spine smothered But I'll be fine brother My mind hovers above all you jive suckers Listen, that's word to my mother You throw a
shot at me I'm throwing a
shot back Your's is on a
joint Mine's whistling by your top hat Ya I'm cool but you violate and I'll cock back Open the
mac's mouth and black out like I
do not rap I'm sick and tired of niggas lyin They fifth is lyin in they second drawer Next door to some bullshit they ironed Ya'll be makin up stories that them little kids be buyin I
do everything my Penn State like a
Nittany lion I
ain't gotta mention the
streets on this song To get in a
nigga ass on these beats like a
thong, pause Veterans co-sign me, the
up and coming scared The
pretty girls go? gPapi here's my underwear... Never in a
hundred years I
thought I'd be a
rapper But in less than a
hundred bars I
knew I'd be a
factor I'm PS4 in HD and the
screen is plasma You're Atari 2600 with a
weak adapter Between us the
gap's so crazy I'm Gucci, Louis V, you're Gap, Old Navy I
get coochie in the
V, you attract no ladies You're suburb, I'm gutter where it make cat's go crazy [Nino Bless:] Fuck a
lecture, ain't tryin to be Pun's sucessor That term's done fucka, what up whatever You bird's is food I'm about to pluck some feathers, I'm young and clever, Plus, clutch under pressure, yup! who does this better? Walk around with metal all on me like the
front of Shredder I
lust for cheddar, you owe me Leave holes in your vest that'll open your chest like a
sunken treasure I'm something like a
phenomenon Dropping bombs for fun then dining in hell during Ramadan Whatever I'm rhyming on, or whoever I
tear em apart Swear on my pops, no fear in my heart Shit, been through it all Done swam with the
sharks, snapped fins with my jaws I'm all that, and a
bag of the
baddest piff Off a
brick of hash mixed with acid hits Like sick cracker shit Get back dumb birds I
ignore the
hype Click clack, Yung Berg if you flossin ice Dog, cross me twice, can't afford the
price It'll cost you, I'll off your life You soft, I
told you I'm raw white When I'm on this mic, the
mourn at Knight Don't wanna see morning light And I
feel like I'm forced to fight When the
chips are down like Ponch falling of his bike Of course my metaphors are type awesome, right I
got em in awe, my aura's Jordan like What's really popping, who's diddy bopping You was a
willy Now you all Common and really conscious I
ain't with that silly nonsense I
really pop shit My gun stay cocked like Biggie's optics I
stay evolvin, but grown bitter On your grave they carvin? gfucked with the
wrong nigga... [Crooked I:] I
don't write I
kill a
pen leak his blood on the
page I
breathe bars, like oxygen locked my lungs in a
cage Instrumentals get fucked on the
stage, a
pedophile Unless I
dig in the
crates, and fuck with somethin my age Forever vow to never smile when I'm at peace Only when I'm eating the
deceased like kiesh Only when my enemies eternal organs are a
smorgasborg in the
feast The
dahmer with melanin and let em in the
belly of the
beast You'll be missing till fisherman see your corpse I'll be in Michigan sticking a
chickin In my Michelin ready to pigeon pitch again From Switzerland to New York I
was whipping Bently's before them pictures up in the
Source I'm a
gorilla behind these bars, on some zoo shit Shoot you while you're talkin, on some news camera crew shit Sicker then flying in past tense, on some flu shit Day old asshole flow, I
drop new shit Exclusive, you don't want it in fact I'll have the
doctors operating on the
front of your back Tryin to keep your stomach intact The
spiritual you, leavin your body he don't wanna go back That's when the
tunnel go black I'll send your soul to the
atmosphere Fuck outta here, and your ring tone rap career It's Crooked I, the
face of east side Long Beach Put your ear to the
street, so you can hear my heartbeat [Royce Da 5'9":] I
hope niggas know I'll show up to ya show I'll show up where you go Show up to ya door 4's will explode shells For they hit the
flo' I
know niggas know I
got an open window flow I
air shit out In the
D' they used to call me Mayor Royce Now they call me Clay Davis Guess why? Shiiiiiiiiiieeett Cause when it come to them words You know I
wear shit out I
write rhymes like white lines On the
nose tray Ice cold, Ice Cube flow like O'Shea Riding shot gun with Chris Martin my DJ Not the
white boy, but I'm down for the
Coldplay Forever stay violent, better stay silent Hammers stay humming Like strumming the
mandolin or violin Speaking of, I
done played into the
violence More then my nigga Charles Hamilton played Sonic I
wrap niggas up, clap niggas up, scrap niggas up Either that or we gon' slap niggas up Dump dirt on you right before I
go into my Maino mode If I
smell the
scent of Yung Berg on ya Till it ain't no more, ain't no dough Get into his ass cause I
ain't opposed I'm a
living anal probe I'm a
lame-a-phobe Matter fact my nigga Jumpoff can I
keep goin? (WHY THE FUCK NOT!) When I
was a
teen, I
used to pack a
.380 Now I'm spitting, sitting between Shady and Jay I
pull da jeans down on my bitch and then wave Cause the
pussy Max B
wavy when she ain't shave I
leave the
booth smelling like somebody ain't sprayed I
would talk about Kimbo but I
ain't crazy I'm like Marty McFly Goin back in time and dissing his momma nigga you can't fade me [Joe Budden:] They say he a
bastard for real Then they see the
ass on his girl So they wondering, why he so mad at the
world I
take it out on tracks, I
R.I.P. it So even to the
producer it's hard to I.D. it Bars tremendous, it's in your best interest I
insist your men just, do your best Bish's rendish Endless, move more then 2
inches My blood'll boil like I
got a
big skin cyst So end this, or see me manana Or see the
speed of a
llama Underground prima donna That ain't hard to find poppping E
in a
Honda With hands like E. Honda, he a
monster I
love war it's like my pet peeve kinda But for us to even beef you should be honored My dick gettin hard, I
see vagina, PAUSE Nah, rewind each line each time Speak mind and meet 9, mano e
mano When it rains it pours grab a
teflon poncho You now fucking with Mouse, the
head honcho Nigga I
could fit your house in my condo I
walk around like ratchets been legalized Just me and the
desert eagle, and the
eagle eye Closed casket, now you having a
box, wait Zipper over your head, dude's calling you crotch face So ya'll could bump swag like us But the
next time rap's discussed Add this as a
plus Don't nobody hit the
pad like us And would get up in that ass But the
fags might bust And since popping tags is a
must I
hit the
bank and all I
do is withdrawl Chicks removing they drawls Now your crew is in awe How you ball? Your jewels from a
cubicle in the
mall You gon' need another processor, To process it, I'll set it I
said it! So keep running around hot headed Till you get hot leaded Till everything but your torso on you is prosthetic Digest it, niggas is pie-thetic Rap what you can't afford, ya'll must got credit All you gotta know is Crooked I, Royce, Bless & Joell With Joe spell, NO L!
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