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(Verse 1-Eminem)
Life handed me lemons
I jump back into the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it
By now you just wish Id fucking die but I electrify
Get electrocuted, executed by an executioner of my flow
too quick for the human eye to detect zooming by
Guess who, whats happening guys?
They told me to shit, I fell off that pot
Hopped right back up on that crapper and I
Said fuck you with a capital I
Look whos back to antagonize
You dont like it? You can eat shit, fuck off little faggot
and die
You right back like a maggot on my dick grabbing at my shit,
better get to the back of the line
You wanna get your shot at me what kinda crap is that
Battle, what kind of rapper would I be before I let another
rapper think hes hot
Ill bury my face in his stinky twat and go alalalala
Girl my head space is limited, aint even room in the back
of my mind
Thats why I aint thinking about you, I dont got time and
I told you a thousand times
So how can I find the time to put an alkaline battery in
Royces back and at the same time put juice in mine?
Goddamnit Slaughterhouse is signed
SLAUGHTERHOUSE
(Verse 2-Crooked I)
Im a menace villain, my pen is sitting spilling, my lyrics
killing
Then I let you witness shit when it hit the ceiling
The niggas willing to give the listeners the sickest feeling
Like mixing some Benadryl and penicillin
Then Im filling the clip with a written
Can you picture my pistol drilling?
A million women and children when Im illing
But it isnt real, its a rap
On the real, its a wrap
How could you possibly stop the Apocalypse
When Im atomic bombing the populous
Shock the metropolis hostile as a kid
Popping the Glock at his moms and his pops
Then he hops in his drop with his iPod rocking the
Slaughterish
Documentation and lyrics I write with confidence
Write like a columnist slash novelist
Im in this game to demolish, establish my dominance
Over prominent rappers you popping shit till you opposite
I can spit ominous so spit politics now Im Haile Selassie,
Gandhi, and Pac of this hip hop genre, bitch
SLAUGHTERHOUSE
(Verse 3-Royce da 5'9'')
Lyrically Im a cocaine Altoid
Ability told brain its a no brain bout boy
Physically Im literally a cocaine cowboy
Wait wait, did I just go almost four bars without talking
about my big dick?
The other day me and your thick bitch had a great day and
we ate cake
And then we walked and then she tried to jack me off but
she lost
Cause she couldnt handle my shit, wait I sweared
Irony of Ryan is I am bipolar while Im rhyming standing
beside a big old white bear
Neither one of us fight fair, you are literally looking at
Woody and Wesley in a movie
With a white boy aint got to jump no where cause Im here
Nigga Im on fire yeah and Im every bitchs dream
One, two Im coming for you, Im a big old (big old) Nightmare!
Nigga this the slaughter stepping up
Ill pretty much slap your ass and tell you to shut the
fuck up
After that Ill slap your ass again and tell you to shut
the fuck up shutting up
And thats how you body a fucking beat
SLAUGHTERHOUSE
(Verse 4-Joell Ortiz)
I should be the one that goes slow
Get a stopwatch, clock my flow
Hit the button on top watch the drug drop
O O dot dot O, Yaowa
When I drop I go outer space
Blackout ike Darth Vaders face
Placed in a molten shower
Say something and get them proper
Mama poppa pouring out vodka
Mama Mia, Em pass me the seeds
Its ? Slaughterhouse ? better yet boy go home, better yet boy ?
Better jet boy, Mark Sanchez, Santanio Holmes
Im not just any old homeboy
Sitting in a lab picking up a pad
I be spitting bad, Imma get you mad with this gift I have
Lord duck sufferin succatash when the trigger blast Imma
put your beak on your fitted hat
Where the liquor at? Sip of yak
That bitchh and a vicious track ?
Sly Pro tools to boast Joe smooth I coast to the West like were tired of living at
New York heres a piggyback ride to the motherland
Hold on brotherman, on the other hand get down
Im gutter fam, gun butt you with the Eagle handle Cunningham
I dont wanna talk, I just wanna beef
I dont want a piece, I want it all baby boy
I dont wanna eat, I wanna feast up ? rough piece of shit
You done weak, Im the one, capiche?
SLAUGHTERHOUSE
(Verse 5-Joe Budden)
Insane what they call us
How you married to the game but you probably shouldnt have
came to the altar
Every bar like propane for the sawed-off, using ? to forge you
Eminem, Mr. Porter, slaughter my cinnamons emminent torture
All of you feminine marauders, thats women at war
Men will assault you, time is a bastard symbol of sorter?
Kidnap your trembling daughter, at least a quarter
Im administering supporters, got an aura more like Sodom
and Gomorrah
Normally somethings wrong with me
Claiming a quantity of the porn I see on the pause to me
When I fix the game theyll think shit came with a warranty
How the fuck are they gonna stop when I was born to be
Corner me, shit belong to me, two choices, you can get
along with me
Or sit your faggot ass right there in dormancy
Wait, all you missing is heels to be RuPaul
Aint nobody thats real ever knew yall
Second to none and Im dealing with Marshall
This time I never come down, deal with the blue balls
You aint gotta fear me but youll respect me
Niggas who never met me threaten me, want to gillete me
Coming off soft, I got some machetes
Swinging spaghetti like its heavy some said he deserve
an ESPY
In a Chevy like Andretti, put the Dezzy where his chest be
SLAUGHTERHOUSE
