SLAUGHTERHOUSE – On The House

Yeah Brooklyn
I’m in the booth doin’ my Joell Ortiz dance
Ah, ah, ah
Hahaa

[Verse 1: Crooked I]
Ever since I started hanging with Slim Shady, it’s making the pigs hate me
They racist as Dick Cheney; scared to shake my hand and like maybe they get rabies
They’re angry this shits crazy
So I’m fucking their hoes, their ladies get mixed babies
I live mainly like rolling a script
Written for someone who holdin’ his dick
That mean I never let a bitch play me, ay me?
I’m off beats, stop it Young Buck
You’re not hip to the flow fallin’ in awkward pockets
Like the small one in top hip dumbfuck
(Crook keep going)
Teach your class while the speakers blast
New niggas out there eatin’ ass; bottoms up like they’re drinkin’ glass
Sinkin’ fast, not on no battleship
I’m not on no battle shit
I’m the king of spazz, ripping beats in half
The backroom to the cypher, nigga you name it
For Funk Flex, to weight scale, nigga you name it
(Keep going)
Hey you bitch niggas givin’ me hell
Your body lean, when the shotty ring
Like freedom and crack, you’re like the Liberty Bell
A 180 spin then he fell
I’m givin’ my enemies L’s
No disrespect, but I send them to where the Kennedies dwell
Sick as a Young Ozzy, Osbourne
I’s born to be a kamikaze, that’s airborne
Popular like Asti Spumante
Body meet the concrete then I creep, then cock beat your auntie in rare form
Lames I never care for ‘em
I’m callin’ shots from a lawn chair with a air horn
Goin’ hard on them hoes
If I sock-her it’s part of my goals, call it carnival closed
You’ve been fair warned
I even put a 1 to 7 on your spouse
Like she got aids/sperm on her mouth
That’s on the house!

[Interlude: Joell Ortiz]
Ay Crook, that’s how you feel huh?
I can dig it my G
House gang
This one’s on the house fellas

[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]
Hey Crook I’m doin’ my dance too
It’s all head and shoulders, no shampoo
Beaver gang, who fucking with my damn crew?
Why the lights flickering? Why the amp blue?
Cause I’m in this bitch, motherfucker, give me my chant (woo!)
Yaowa, I’m right at home I recite a poem
From inside my bone marrow narrow the microphone
Kings down to fall like you crawling tryin’ to get out the door
But blaze behave, while we let the gasoline gallons pour
Better than whoever you pointing at
So though I’m not done, like a marijuana cypher, bring this joint back
Hey Crook I’m doin’ my dance too
It’s all head and shoulders, God damn boo, you lickin’ on the bamboo stick, sugar
Prissy bitch, look where my dick took her
Don’t walk with your nose in the air, if you got big boogers
Puerto Rican 6 footers, sick shooter
38 special with the speed loader, they call me quick nuqquh
Knick pusher, turn thick booker, rhyme spit, cooker
Slice and dice rap beef, I’m the clips butcher
Got Gotham city going insane
I’ll come out the bat cave holding a cane
Everyone remain calm, I’m Bruce Wayne
Where the fuck is Bane!?!
Maintain stamina, my AK caliber flow
And say hello and push your brainwaves out of you mang
See how you ride with your handlebars off of your frame
Throw grenades to your crib, bang: Housegang
In came the truth in ‘em, out came you lames
We don’t play the skinny jeans and the blouse game
We just tryna feast; bon Apetit
Your Chinese prisoners gonna eat: chow mein
Bitch nigga, tryna stop the kids figures
And I’ll put ‘cho ass on a plate, like a pinch hitter
Don’t try to rob DeNiro from Ben Stiller
Cause I’ll meet you fuckers with a cold right, that’s a chinchilla

SLAUGHTERHOUSE feat. Eminem – Throw That

[Eminem - Hook]
She strips, to get tips
Those lips and those childbearing hips
I’ll throw this, I’ll throw this dick on you girl (girl)
I’ll throw this, I’ll throw this dick on you girl (girl)

Gonna make you feel me, gonna shake this building till I make you spill drinks
Girl, this whole building is probably filled with little dingalings
But not me, I- I throw this dick on you girl
I throw this, I throw this dick on you girl

[Royce Da 5'9"]
They call me Nickel Nina aka (ROYCE!) aka (throw dat dick?)
A player gotta keep a condom on cause we play safe
Eh, then I’m taking the condom off cause I skeet they face
Then I turn of Jodeci cause they say “baby want you to stay but you can’t stay”
It ain’t trickin’ it if you gettin it, if you ain’t got that you ain’t ballin’
You mad, they call me botox up in Hermes cause I help them get rid of all those bags
(All those bags) I throw this brick on you girl
Then I drink up, whats your number?
I’ma throw this dick on you girl

She’s got it, ohhh she got all the homies in here
Excited, ohh I don’t really know how to describe it

The strippers love me and I love them too
My bitch gon be like what am I gon do witchu

[Eminem - Hook]

[Crooked I]
I’m Crooked I, aka fuck your girl
Up up in the sky
When it come down, say “FUCK THE WOOOORLD”
These strippers are sprung
My middle initial is awful richard and my nicknames
right on the tip of her tongue
The side of her mouth is dripping with (EH, eh-eh)
I’m drunk right now, stomped right now
Tryna figure out how to get four chicks to sit on one chair
Oh yeah, turn the chair upside down, upside down
I throw this grip on you girl
Talking that handcuff you ain’t never coming home
Man finna trip on your girl

She’s got it, ohhh she got all the homies in here
Excited, ohhh, I don’t really know how to describe it

Baby you got some incredible skills
I want brain you want shoes
True love’s always head over heels

[Eminem - Hook]

[Bridge]
I said yo yo
You got me on the string I’m dangling like a yoyo
You string me along and leave me hanging and thats a NO No
In my world, cause I throw this thing on you girl

[Joe Budden]
Look, they call me Joe Butt-in
I be around when them hoes strut in
This relationship is 50/50
If you meet me halfway I get the whole nut in
Cause I’m in town, just one day now spin round
Get ya face out the way
And just when she want an encore, I’m gone
I’m sorry I couldn’t stay

[Joell Ortiz]
They call me O-E double-L Ortiz
AKA Yaowa, aka ah nuttin, I just got an ak in my jeans
Can I spray your flower
I ain’t really tryna sit with you girl
When you finish that spit lets split
Wheres your wrist let me throw this grip on you girl

She’s got it, ohhh she got all the homies in here excited,
ohhh, I don’t really know how to describe it

…before this night is a blur, here’s my offer
That shit you did, do that with her
And both of you girls..?

[Eminem - Hook]
(Throw dat dick)

SLAUGHTERHOUSE – Monsters In My Head

Monsters, in my head
Monsters, in my head

[Crooked I]
What if I told you I wake up screamin and swingin, dreamin that I’m fightin demons
Dreamin I’m swingin on heathens, competin and schemin
to eat every piece of my peace when I’m sleepin, need a priest and a deacon
I’m speakin to preachers, tell ‘em I’m only at peace when I’m drinkin
I’m sinkin deep into hell thinkin I’m fiendin for freedom
Cause bein in a well isn’t good for my well-bein
A walkin zombie I be comatose
Nobody loves a nobody who probably overdosed
in the lobby of the Omni Hotel, probably find me with an empty bottle of Oxy
Shakin like a earthquake’s inside me or I caught the holy ghost
Wonder if therapy could take care of these monsters
before I kill more innocent people than Jared Lee Loughner!
They spit on me, shit on me, society kicked on me, hit on me
’til I was sick and exhausted, flipped and I lost it
off hallucinogenics, they usin a clinic, I saw Lucifer’s image
The elephant in the room are my skeletons in the closet

[Chorus:]
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep
Wake me up before I’m dead, don’t bury me, with monsters in my head
Monsters in my head, with monsters in my head
And underneath the bed, underneath the bed

[Joell Ortiz]
I always see ‘em out the corner of my eye
Scared to death to fully see ‘em but I try, I just wanna ask ‘em why
they follow me around and they reply when I hear a sound or they walk by
and give me a chill I can’t explain, it feels so strange, is that a high?
My anxiety’s at an all-time high
One second I’m good then I flip a switch and I’m thinkin I might die!
These dizzy spells are so annoyin
From the outside lookin in y’all think I’m enjoyin myself, I need help man I’m destroyin
every positive force, with all these negative thoughts
How can I find happiness when I can’t remember it’s lost?
I do so many temporary things to smile for just a minute
Hat low but not for style, I’m tryin to hide under my fitted
Dawg it’s wild, you wouldn’t get it!
Try my best to make e’rybody laugh, but that’s just a disguise, I’m really timid
Somebody make these feelings go away, forget it, that’s my problem
Y’all go ‘head – I hate these monsters in my head

[Chorus]

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Uhh, it’s lights out like where the Amish stay
Pappy you can’t tax me, I’m like Wesley Snipes in the sovereign states
I’m a survivin walkin oxymoron, obviously I can say
that I am alive and I’m tryin to die this way
Y’all on y’all faggot shit, I’m on my draggin my Magnum clip
with monsters in my head like Earvin Magic Dick
Niggaz (dessert) me like eatin after the entrée
But I’ma keep it 3000 like after the André
I’ve adapted to a private life, yeah right
Me sayin that is like sayin I’m shootin dice on a floor made out of dice
I made out alive this chaotic life
I just figured just quit givin dick to trick bitches and stay out of fights
But I’m on my high snortin
You see this (Monster Ball) is like seein Halle Berry and Billy Bob Thornton
It’s FUCKIN classic! As far as rap
I wish I could wrap it in plastic and stick it up your fuckin ass
Cause, I’m a MONSTER! [echoes]

[Chorus]

[Joe Budden]
Take heed to what I’m givin you, the beefin is habitual
He just ridicules, wants me in critical, will appease and get rid of you
Maybe the only thing I seek is biblical
When the scars are internal when the bleedin is invisible
Got a friend named depression, a pill I take to relax him
but when he regurgitates it the aches you just couldn’t fathom
Got a few talents, but lookin for a new challenge
I’ll let you walk in my shoes once I find a (New Balance)
With faith I stand peaceful, I know e’ry man’s equal
So I’m playin with the (Monstars) like a Space Jam sequel
Give ‘em two choices, since they don’t wanna do the least
They ‘em they can get off my DICK, or renew the lease
Persevere though my bed is corrupt, expect I give up
when left to destruct, but I give less than a FUCK!
Sit back comfortably, react to what they want with me
The bright side is they keep an insomniac company

[Chorus]

SLAUGHTERHOUSE – Juggernauts

[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]
Hey, we ain’t really gotta keep going through this
If anybody wanna rap circles round you my nigga
We ’bout to do it
You about that bitch knowing that swag that’s it
Let me talk about us, we about that bitch throwing that swag
We about that sitting on that ave
Maybe because we sitting on that ave
We about that pistol in that bag
We about that fist fight
Only after we grab a fist full of that cash
We about that get right, what you are perceived the least but not last
We are sickest scribbling with that pen, that pencil and that pad
Ya’ll talking this and that, so what
My click can wrap my dough up, now picture that
I write the sloppiest verses down you seen
I hand it in for green
So I can buy all my bitches bags with the stacks
And call the cash chicken scratch
Slaughter baby we just getting warm
Ya’ll ain’t fucking nothing we can’t fuck
Ya’ll ain’t driving nothing we can’t drive
If we can’t afford it we just take your’s
And ya’ll little niggas just misinformed
Shady blew up, took the game, turn around
And ten years later he gave it to the

[Hook x2: Eminem]
Juggernauts of this rap shit
Juggernauts of this rap shit
Juggernauts of this rap shit
Juggernauts of this rap shit
Juggernauts of this rap shit
Juggernauts of this rap shit
Juggernauts of this rap shit
Like it or not

[Verse 2: Crooked I]
Some of you niggas is bitches too, you rocking panties, uh
Sitting down when you pissing too, you niggas trannies, uh
What you stand for is beneath me, you understand me, huh
Niggas get X’d like the professor and juggernauts running our family huh
Homie I was making checks before that Martin Majula
And nigga was rocking ava racks, now how rappers date my Xs
And I’m still rated X stick my dick so hard down a bitch’s throat
It’ll come out the other side and turn a blowjob into anal sex
Ain’t no next cause I got now until I decide to bout about your style
It ain’t gonna mean a thang cause I came to bring the pain like the Takaw
Nigga, now we’re the juggernauts to this rap shit
Bust a shot with ya ratchet
When suckas dropping that whack shit

[Verse 3: Joell Ortiz]
Ask the good niggas if I hung the block
Ask these broads if I slide on that glove
And uppercut that box
Man I come from the roughest so if I come up in this party
You bugging I’m telling you son is whack I’m a take off your fucking watch
And fuckin’ put your beer on a nigga ears, scream juggernaut
Yeehaw, that don’t mean that he nice ya’ll get that confused a lot, 2Pac
And I sacrifice what I write for the newest drop big pot
Us big boys still clean after the socks that’s wrinkled a little bit down on top
I’m like what the fuck you got if I pull her up?
With penim’ in ‘em, as a friends I’m touching his sentiments
That’s cake, you know boys don’t get it, so listen, let’s make amends
We don’t wanna be bullies, y’all don’t wanna get beat up
So lift your knees up and start running
Or put your knees down on the ground and bow cause we’re the

[Hook x2: Eminem]
Juggernauts of this rap shit
Juggernauts of this rap shit
Juggernauts of this rap shit
Juggernauts of this rap shit
Juggernauts of this rap shit
Juggernauts of this rap shit
Juggernauts of this rap shit
Like it or not

[Verse 4: Joe Budden]
Look it’s House Gang on that city streets
Bet you already know that address
But it’s huge they said and they assume they’re dead
Before that body even hit that bag yet
Be face to face with them slugs
And they goons they load that nag
From the bottom of an ocean floor when you know a nigga found you ask for that drag shit and I
Blat, blat, blat, now you’re spending with juggernaut
She just go sit by the pool till her nigga decide if I’m ready to fuck or not
Rappers contiginal anything other than raps, nothing we ain’t discussed a lot
I’d definitely wait for your passion I’d do it for cash but they told me they upped the pot
Nigga you would too, if you knew, what this game would do to you
Been in this since 2002, look at all the bullshit I’ve been through
So called beef with nobodies, I mention them but they’re nobodies
They say they killaz, that nobodies
I’m sober talkin’ on no mollies
This joke probly won’t throw off by the wind they club
Honestly it’s worth for stealin’ the purpose of these hallows and these broads
And really I’m having a much better time in the cab with these models on my nuts
The minute we ready’s the minute you see us
Show these captains we’re just love. Wuddup?

[Outro: Joe Budden]
What on Earth will the Fuck Boys do next?
Fancy they been doin’ it
Getting fucked…

SLAUGHTERHOUSE – Hammer Dance

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
My real name, my rap shit
No made up nigga, I’m straight up, nigga
Still in the projects where I came up, nigga
On a scaffold doing ten sets of ten, getting my weight up, nigga
I’m no shooter, but my shooters’ll have your brain exposed
But I’ll shoot five in a second, homie, and break your nose
Talking past, I’m dead ass, I was living
Life fast with my pistol in the grass
Digging in my ass tryna finish up the last
So I can sit it in a stash
Old E. sweat dripping from the bag
Milk crates sitting on the ave
While I’m looking left and right for the niggas with the badge
My mom’s dishes really had crack on ‘em
12 12s and I kept that shit packed for ‘em, yeah they came back for ‘em
I can paint it so vivid cause I really lived it
If rap fail, I stack bail, and show you how to get it!

[Hook: Royce da 5'9"]
I’m in the club, bottle in my hand doing my two step
While I got my gun in my pants, call it the hammer dance
Bitches dancing on a nigga when they feel the gun
I tell ‘em we’re doing the hammer dance
Two steppin’ with my weapon on me
You good? I’m just checking, homie
Fam-a-lam, you don’t stand a chance
While I got this gun in my pants doing my hammer dance

[Verse 2: Crooked I]
In these LA times, I wake up on one
House slippers and coffee, I know the paper gon’ come
I drop shit that make the gangstas go dumb
Keep a bad bitch naked like my waist with no gun
I’m for real, how are you?
Got street power, from the Watts Towers to Howard U
How would you become me? I don’t do what you cowards do
Flip a thousand pounds of that sour dies’ in a hour, dude
I’m out my muh’fuckin’ mind
Fuck a punchline, salute my muh’fuckin’ grind
Ditching feds on the regular, they’re trying to catch a predator
Not the Chris Hansen type, but the Danny Glover kind
I’m a killer, everybody know I body your audio
When a shotty blow, say goodbye to your barrio, you maricon
You don’t think that I’m about this
Ice grill, nigga, put your money where your mouth is

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Joe Budden]
My real name, my rap shit
Fuck with Chase, but the real bank is the mattress
Money ain’t new to me, been getting G-stacks
Since Smoove B took his shawty back from rehab
Knife work with me, but the chrome is extra
Case I’m in the same taxi as the bone collector
Y’all rappin’ ’bout models, I get hounded by ‘em
Not a killer at all, I’m just surrounded by ‘em
Just a real nigga, straight from my mother’s stomach
Ain’t enough cloth for all of us to be cut from it
Not decided by who toast led
Cause all of us would be angels for Pujols’ bread
Lot of hostility, hollering is killing me
Screaming “Over my dead body,” like it’s not a possibility
On my Jers’ bullshit, never mind me
But if it’s ever problems, niggas know where to find me

[Hook]

SLAUGHTERHOUSE – Goodbye

[Joe Budden]
I remember it like it just happened
I could of sworn it was a dream
But in reality it hit me like a nightmare
Or at least that’s how it seemed
I just got a grip on our relationship
We was ironing things out, started picking up steam
And when we didn’t need it, when it all got heated
And we both said some things that we probably didn’t mean
God intervened, guess war was at stake
Thought we left nothing over, he put more on the plate
She came home from the doctor with news I been wantin’
Said family was incoming, she pregnant, twins coming
But that’s gotta be a lie
She sighed, couldn’t stop the tears coming from her eyes
That birth control she on, for them it’s suicide
But as long as it’s still inside, 2 of them, one survived
Hard turn from memorable to cynical
Picturing clothes for what would’ve been identical
Similar outfits, similar names
My deceased kid’s ultrasound in a frame
So I’m deprived of my chance to be a better dad
Staring at my twins that I never had
I shed a tear, looking up in the sky
Even though y’all just got here, goodbye

[Hook]
Goodbye, goodbye, so long, farewell
But it’s not the end of the chapter
Goodbye, goodbye, so long, farewell
I’ll see you again in the afterlife

[Crooked I]
My biological sperm donor, didn’t wanna be a daddy
So he hopped in his Caddy and turned corners on us
Turned on us out the clear blue
His last memory of his son is seeing me out his rearview
I still love him yo, but I love his brother mo’
My uncle showed me love no one could know
Young and po’ with a tougher road
To suffer hunger was nothing but Unc’ would hold
us down would help mom lift the motherload
I got chronin, I used to wonder what it would be like
To speak to pops as a grown man
He provided that feeling, told me to take my career into my own hands
He was there when I had no fans
My cellphone rings, and after I answer
A voice says “Your uncle’s been diagnosed with cancer”
Worst news in my life, him and chemo going 12 rounds with a disease
And they both losing the fight
I’m rushing up to see the cyanide
Praying for a miracle, I don’t wanna see my idol die
Before he did, the look in his eyes
Said “Even though you just got here, goodbye”

[Hook]

[Bridge]
I’ll see you again in the afterlife
Someday in heaven we will reunite
The flesh disappears but the soul survives
Till next time, my friend, farewell, goodbye

[Joell Ortiz]
I walked in your daughter’s house, knowing that you gone
But still looking out the corner of my eye, hoping you on the couch
That call felt like I was beef, that got shot up
Ironic, I was on tour with Tech N9ne and Slaughterhouse
E tried to talk to me, crystal rubbed my back, as they were pourin’ out
I caught the next thing soarin’ out
Now I’m in the air, in the midwest somewhere
They said turbulence was severe, I don’t know what they talkin’ bout
I ain’t feel a bump, body numb, mind drifting
I’m sniffling, asthma acting up, I’m whistling
My mothers face looked so much different
I’m kissing, my son, my aunt pacing in the kitchen
My vision blurry, still I saw your face clear
What a loss, this time I did more than waste beer
Michelle’s strong, she held on, we got all the way there
Then we walked in, she fell on the floor, this ain’t fair
You was the voice when I considered them thoughts that ain’t clear
Hey granny, I was fifth row at the Grammy’s
An award they ain’t hand me, but I sat behind Will
And right in front of Wayne, and got seen by the family
I miss the early morning convos, believe me
Regis on the TV, and the best baked ziti
But you had an old white affair, grandpa’s all fly
Even though you been got there, goodbye

[Hook]

SLAUGHTERHOUSE feat. K-Young – Gone

Truthfully, it’s what the game did to us
It’s what it made me
Me, myself, I’m just tried to get my name on the flyer
Thats it, we look back, like damn I did it
It came with a price though
At some point we all gone

[Hook: K-Young]
The room is spinnin’
My mind is running around in circles
I can’t even hear the thoughts I’m thinkin’
Cause I’m gone, I’m gone, gone, gone
Cause I’m gone, I’m gone, gone, gone

[Verse 1: Crooked I]
Talkin’ to myself, I tell me “Crooked is real as this”
Life is a bitch and death wanna steal a kiss
Slap you when you’re born, when you’re gone they feel your wrist
To see if your pulse still exist
Living in the belly, of the beast is a real abyss
Walk in a straight line is what you entertain
Then you slang to pay your bills, that‘s your ying and yang
The daily challenge to find balance within your brain
There’s something else, living inside your heart other than your pain
I look at life as a lesson
For me to change is like a Rolex for a gift
No better time than the present
If not, I’ma be smokin’ chronic
Drinkin’ on vodka till I choke on my own vomit cause life’s a broken promise

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"]
When that Slaughterhouse album comin’? What’s the ETA?
Where that good music at? Where that beat from ‘Ye?
Is Crooked and Yaowa were only in that group to keep
From being in the streets to distribute yay
Is Royce and Marshall ‘bout to link and go their secret way
Is Joe gonna start a show with all his hoes
Like he the protégé of Stevie J for easy pay
Before y’all become a memory
Would y’all please do a song with Kendrick, Young Money, and MMG?
These questions and suggestions they hard to maintain
When you fuck with Flex but you worry what Charlemagne think?
Cause you from the D and don’t get no radio play in ya own home
Long as y’all playing Sean I’m good, I’m grown
Nigga I’m gone

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Joell Ortiz]
Have you ever tried to stop crying but couldn’t?
Them shots fly in my hood and
Sometimes it’ll force a guy to say bye bye to a good one
Dust some slacks from in the back of that closet and button up
Don’t crumble up, when you approaching his mother that hug is tough
It’ll make you asthmatic, some can’t hack it but look at me
I wear my hat backwards and rap fantastic cuz I’m a G
Royce, pause that block, I ride past that for them beats
But my niggas mathematics? Bad traffic, still in the streets
As long as they there, I’m there survivin’ for them ones
But they won’t stay there, I swear
I’mma write ‘em out the slums
So when a gun is drawn in the hood, man they good, on my tour bus
Puffing bumping this song, fucking fans feeling lucky we gone

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Joe Budden]
Thought we were defying the odds, I thought that we weathered the storm
I thought that we’d travel the same road, I thought that we’d never conform
Don’t tell me you bastards tricked me, don’t tell me that I was just wrong
Cause now I’m masked and it gets to me, whenever we’re about to perform
Thought it was about to heat up, it’s taking a while to get warm
If not for the fact that I love you niggas, and we all get along
I swear we’d been got
Thought we could all see the writing on the wall
Now after chivalry we was rebels and exciting as before
Or Maybe the fact I’ve been solo so long
It’s kinda spoilt me or when I’m annoyed and try to avoid
Becoming a victim of loyalty
We was so cuttin’ edge
My address is the fucking ledge
Won’t be unhappy, I know how I get one in this state
If I let them fuck me this time, it’ll be considered rape
We were saviours on our own terms
I’ve learned if any three of you have wavered
Let me know so I can wave good.. Nah

[Hook]

SLAUGHTERHOUSE – Get Up

… Presents „The Way It began”
Let’s see now
First thing I can remember is an evening way back
The four of us was together even then
And from that time on nothing was ever gonna be quite the same again
Yeah, especially us

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
G-G-God given, I’m killin’ this bomb bidniz
I’m calling rap that because I put my time in it
I-I don’t mind being ready to die as long as this is at an arena
And we did it and my momma seen it
This is my arm swinging and my alarm ringing
Fighting against time but writing is on
Singing the light on my wall or just look how the mighty have fallen
You fell forward, say bye to them, say hi to Ryan mature
I can’t (lose) ’cause God won’t let me (lose)
Bet against me you can go (lose)
Anybody can tell you (nah) nah
I knew the cats knew I was down so I fell back
Hit the ground, landed on my feet vertical, fell back too, so you can (lose)
I will never lay down and (lose), I was definitely about to (lose)
Then Eminem came like (“nah”) “nah”
This shit is entertaining, listen to the shit they saying
Venom is spraying which is why all I know is
I’m on a all time ultimate high inspired by all time low

[Hook: x4]
How quick are you gonna get up

[Verse 2: Crooked I]
In these days life is short, shots’a try to end you
And this game is like a sport, comp’ll try to pen you
I leave the stage on life support when I rock the venue
If you ain’t got a knife and fork you’re probably on the menu
If I ain’t make history before I left
It will be like using my last important breath before my death for snorting meth
More or less, I’m, Jordan-esque, I ignore the refs
I son you like you morphed into a Orphan yes
Nah, I never (lose) yeah, you said I would (lose)
My destiny said (nah), homie you in a Disney
Foolish as Judas, nigga you’re lost
Now I’m feeling like Black Jesus, wrong nigga to cross won’t (lose)
If I refuse to (lose) the fact that I used to (lose) is making me say (“nah”)
This is how we attacking it, four rappers who passionate
Took the idea of a group and re-imagined it without planning it
Now the whole planet has to admit that’s the shit

[Hook x4]

[Verse 3: Joell Ortiz]
Anybody I’ll invite into a crazy party
Have some fun, blocking the sun with the Shady on me
These women they feeling like skin, baby, they be on me
My flow water for sure, I’m a great tsunami
I’m with my awesome clique on another touring trip
From front of the stage all the way back to the door it’s thick
Like secretly filming a mob, we recording hits
What a fucking lifestyle, maybe that’s why I’m on my dick
(Lose) Man, I ain’t about to (lose) I don’t know how to (lose)
You beating the yaowa (nah) Mr. Ortiz I got you
Can’t find a reason not to, my ink, take ‘em to church
Guess you could call it pentecostal, man Eminem told me (lose) yourself
So how can I (lose) focus, you roaches
In combat so war? (nah), but if y’all need me to make it clear, for no slightly appear
Like a flat in a snowstorm with no gas we ain’t going nowhere
We the sixty minute group, this year going to be our year!

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Joe Budden]
A mysterious showman of skill, imposing my will
A visionary, want me with my back to the ground, I ain’t with the missionary
Walk in my shoes and reap all of that gain
Along with every invisible wall that accompanies fame
Louis Vaton frames cover the scars that go with stardom
Got enemies that I birthed these bars is for both pardon
So I taught me to steal plate, they threatening me from behind a condom
But you can’t scream, fuck me! Then feel safe you just (lose)
Some people are praying I (lose), I thought I was set up to (lose)
Then Slaughterhouse came like (nah) nah
So I live by a real simple philosophy
If you stay grounded watch God keep giving you reasons not to begin (lose)
It’s not in my plan to (lose), if I still happen to (lose)
Is that even possible (nah), keep that out of my reach
Still I’m praying the shit get manifested
Let the flow stage dive and hope for the fans to catch it
If you ever aproached a fear you should understand the message

[Hook]

[Outro:]
The rest, what they say, is history

SLAUGHTERHOUSE – Frat House

All the ugly people be quiet

[Hook:]
I got a house full of bitches, niggas, it is going down
I’m a hold my own, yeah
Bitches laying on the floor like it’s a crack house
Welcome to the frat house
Condoms, kegs, liquor, weed, pills
I’m a hold my own, yeah
Bitches laying on the floor like it’s a crack house
Welcome to the frat house

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
Your lady’s on my dick, you’ll probably be mad
If you find out I had her skipping biology class
You got comedy cash
I’m a quarter of the Slaughter, half of the dream team, the anomaly Bad
We here to riot the scene
Quiet your entire college up, tie up your dean
My Q-Dog’s on that step shit
I’m ’bout to send a text to my next ex-bitch
Have you on pills, on ‘shrooms
Have you feeling like oh-la-la-laa
Now it’s sounding like Lauryn Hill’s in your dorm room
Spit at me wrong, get hit with my new llama
It’ll knock him out his shoes
Drop him on niggas then who dropping out of school
Slaughterhouse gang, streamers, confetti
The squeamish had better get ready, because

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Crooked I]
LBC, we them beach boys
We don’t need your education, we Pink Floyd
I’m getting destroyed
I’m getting oral from a [?] sexy decoy; she on that E boy
She paying tuition with webcam’s and PayPal
School in L.A. but she say she from 8 Mile
Her pussy hotter than a chili pepper
I tell her lay down and give it away give it away now
Later on, she’ll be wearing my Letterman jacket
Reach in your pocket (Mollies) medicine packet
Let ‘em attack it cause that’s my regular tactic
‘Cause that’s what let’em get active, whoever said I’m romantic
Is wrong, hope you got a powerful chin
Cause they say blowjobs are flowers for men
I’m a need about a dozen, go get your guzzling cousins
And your trouser arouse us, we wilding again

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Joe Budden (w/ Joell Ortiz)]
See I’m an on-stage rock star
(Backstage porn star)
Gave my laptop (Then I threw her on the armoire)
Make it red storm when that Saint John in you
(Brain in the college in Philly, call that Temple
I like a really huge ass)
Bend over, take her to church now she in U-Mass
Scoop my Spelman broad for all out sex
Show her 12 bedrooms, still there’s more house left
(Titty in my left hand
Drunk as a freshman on his tenth keg stand)
Got a sophomore, all jaw, give me drunk head
Roommate joined in, climbing down from the bunk bed
(Yeah) Matter of fact (No)
(Yo, I am so… throwed)
But still gave me a new demeanor
Chris Reeves graduated, I’m a super senior

[Hook]

SLAUGHTERHOUSE – Flip A Bird

[Hook]
In the kitchen (putting work)
On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird [x8]
In the kitchen

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
Said I’m here for money making, I’ve lost about all my patience
Beat almost all my cases, thought I’d covered up all my bases
Bitches try to play you to some how, some way you figure it out
You fuck with Jay-Z’s bitch from back in the day
You might end up with reasonable doubt
You fuck with grimey bitches
Standing over you taking pictures
While you sleeping cause you passed out drunk after having a threesome
That will give you a reason, to trust no bitch
Quit rapping and just go get it cracking (in the kitchen)
Bout’ to push that white instead of that music
Seems like simpler profit, cos nigga’s gossiping like they world-stars
Empty your bicep, until I find you and empty your pockets
If 5’9″ stop rhyming, I’m driving on I-95 or I am (in the kitchen)
I will cop a key and put it on the scale

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Can’t tell y’all, if I did drugs or if they did me
Nah, we were just doing each other
We were side by side like everyday
Didn’t care if we ruined each other
Back then it was so real, fully automatic it was overkill
I was on weed, I was on dust, might have tried coke when I was on pills
My pockets had rabbit ears, my mind gone, wasn’t on bills
Whole family disappointed in me, can’t imagine how that made my mom feel
Her one’s missing, guns hidden, sorry Momma, your son’s tripping
Got baggies scattered (in the kitchen)
Plus, you and Dad was’ on the same road, y’all just left, made it right
If I didn’t learn I’d do the same, pour some liquor, say goodnight
Now I’m on this music shit, trying to get this paper right
If not I’ll be back (in the kitchen)

[Verse 3: Crooked I]
Let me get it now
On Twitter, they murder my mentions
Cause they heard I was served by a circle of henchmen
Laying in a dirty ditch that bullshit is further than fiction
Their personal mission’s worse than snitching
To any person that listen, now I wanna’ kill a hater
A middle finger by the ‘fridgerator, flip a bird in the kitchen
Cuz DJ Vlad, he was glad, bullets went into me
Just to get traffic for his site, should’ve did him like MMG
But instead I called up Sway and we cleared that up on MTV
And now I’m back (in the kitchen) but should I be
Cause I heard that Slaughterhouse, is about to cop that Shady deal
But I’m out here chasing that paper still
Push Kush, Coke and crazy pills
Me being shot online, didn’t stop my grind
Nigga I don’t mind, and if I don’t rhyme (I’m in the kitchen)
I will cop a ki’ and put it on the scale

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Joell Ortiz]
Just when a nigga thought it couldn’t get worse
The hurts reverse; scoop my cuz up after grandma left earth
That recent shit, I was a young and bummy piece of shit, cursed
No decent kicks cause mom kept enough of that snow to ski in her purse
No father, Jux passed me my first gun, revolver
With the serial carved up, Real showed me my first jump, I’m a barber
Shaving the crack, after weighing the crack
An then placing the crack in 12 12′s
I ain’t play with the crack, I was making up stacks
All day I just sat (in the kitchen), bringing it back
Now I’m tryna do my thing with this rap
Hope this works, trying to flip words so my homies
Ain’t gotta flip birds On the curb
Then black on a yellow belly coward homie feel like Pittsburgh
Lord I thank you, for making me able to find my way through
If not I be back on my momma’s table (in the kitchen)

[Hook]

SLAUGHTERHOUSE – Die

[Hook:]
Everything you been asking for, yes, I’m about to give it to you
You ain’t gotta worry no more, cause I’m about to put one through you
I got a bullet with your name on it, coming through the radio
Sounds like I got an AK dumping straight to the radio
If you trying to be target practice, you finally found a shooter
Soon as I pull my gun I know someone’s gonna die, die, die, die
Someone’s gonna die-ei-ei-ei die
Tonight

[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]
Nigga, this that shooter music
I’m about that life so much I might go touch my rifles butt
And my dick just might go up
Nigga, that nostril on that rifle’ll knock the snot right out you
Try me and I try out ya
The drum on the gun is Beta like Phi Alpha
But there ain’t no frat niggas in the hood be calling me Tackleberry
And if he’s iron, he will have him a easier time trying
To put on some pads and go in and try to tackle Barry
Then he go against this got damn G4 buying, Detroit lion
I’m about that life so much I might go golf
Trying to get me a hole-in-one, reminding me of my life when I go off
Homocidal thoughts, bodies outlined in chalk by the time it’s dark
Dahmer signing his name on a dotted line with a bloody body part
I don’t give a fuck if they wilding, I got a clip full of fucking Ray Allens
Selling that Sarah Palin, in broad day, a Letterman Fallon
When I shoot this iron, all you hear is hooping and hollin’ like
(Bombs away) Bootsy Collins

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Crooked I]
They shot my nigga three times, as his abdominal bled
They robbed him for phenomenal bread, that domino led
To other dominos fallin’ in his clique, off with their heads, sick
Saw him in that hospital bed, leaned away from the doctor and said
They’ll all be dead soon, and I’m talking before that nurse can change the IV
I’m a put em in the dirt, leave em leaking rasberry flavored ice tea
My G, kill him and take his ID
I’m a renegade like E-M-I-N-E-M and Ja-Y-Z
Bitch it’s karate, it’s Mr. Miyagi mixed with Issey Miyake
Smell that chopper kicking when it’s lifting ya body
Quick as Buggatis, then I’m hitting the Omni
With a chicken licking my dick in the lobby; this New Edition, I’m Bobby
Fast laner
I’m speaking the truth, put 3 in the coupe, I’m a wet your head like a leak in the roof
Then I’m leaving the booth for gas chamber
My granny calling me a rap singer
But she don’t know I use my strap finger

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Joe Budden]
Look, this a whole nother ether
Hop out, black mask, low Caesar
Tell the goonies keep it low with the reefer
New bodies on old heaters
We ain’t rapped too tight
Starving, they thought Jeffrey Dahmer had appetite
I’m detail, not derail
Don’t lay your head if you shit by it
Got skeletons, but my shit private
I paved the way, y’all misguided
So try it, I’m a send a threat
Tie her up don’t end her yet
Bullet go through your wife’s eye now we know you ain’t on the internet
In my head I see amateurs, can’t retain a memory
All I’m left with is images
With that I’m putting emphasis
And in parentheses
Put he’s hated by large percentages
And all my nemesis won’t even let ‘em on the premises
One shot, change him for life, he’ll be belligerent
Even his text messages are gonna read like he’s whispering
Bulletproofed the hoodie for Trayvon Martin
Then go to war with the cops, even they aren’t pardoned

[Hook]

SLAUGHTERHOUSE – Coming Home

A word
That’s how ya feel
Though it’s gone huh
Yea sir, I’m stupid
Slaughterhouse, nigga
Gangsta revealed

[Verse 1:]
I heard the whispers, they thought that I was dumb before
They thought Dre said I was something he don’t want no more
They thought I got dropped, they thought I would stop
I thought not, hopped out the square, though out the box
Listen, I keep it real, I was hoping that the major work
But I was indian then, time for some major work
Already hungry, but the non-believers made it worse
Had me posting up in that booth like 8 date of births
Who was supposed to give up? Nah, not me
Man, post this shit up on RIP
Hello world, I’m a star, look what I invented
Rap radar identified with my spider senses
I had the hip-hop game on smash
And a title locked up, like Akon’s smash
Then I link the three dudes who also say I’m trash
With another chance to show you again
So I’m holding this pen like

[Hook:]
Bet you never thought that you’d be back in this position
Got no answers for their questions
And it kills you just to listen
That you know
There’s nowhere else left to go
And I ain’t coming home
I ain’t coming home

[Verse 2:]
It started with assault charges, beyanies, burglaries, some peeps
Ended up back alley blocks in Jersey city streets
Who knew that at the cross we’re spittin’ out cause off Hennessey vodka
The dudes that meant to be partners will mentally block ya
And man the pities to watch ya from Denis the lobster
But your own actions is what could esentially stop ya
I come around and the track get nervous
If you wrote them off, be able to track that purchase
Hooked up the IVs or we had be deceased in an year
Might need the grease fell on the reposition peak a year
If you’re talking chain of command, I want to be clear
We’re different links, packinfg that aid list of the G shit
Robber with the trash talk, the magical walk
With the black ball, way I bounce off the asphalt with catapult
Relentless through the rumors
In my mere presence, God got a funny sense of humor

[Hook:]
Bet you never thought that you’d be back in this position
Got no answers for their questions
And it kills you just to listen
That you know
There’s nowhere else left to go
And I ain’t coming home
I ain’t coming home

[Verse 3:]
Bet you never thought that you’d be back in that position
I’m talking to you bitches, arch your back in that position
Your ratchet ass was missing, you thought that I fell off
But Shady aftermath musicians got you packin’ ammunition
I’m back to circle gang boss
Witness the resurrection my career came ‘cross
Jesus, name a vixen I can’t toss
She use her mouth to clean my thing off
And I call it getting brainwashed
Slaughter’s hotter than ever to be hotter
You got a critical error
Proud of your leather, walkin’ in executives offices and halla you better
Hit my pockets with cheddar
Feed me paper like my my pockets are a document shredder
You really thought I’d get this money and behave?
Niggas left me for dead, and get the dougie on my grave
I’ll break your purse for me perseverance
Them same labels getting weighed full for some clearance

[Hook:]
Bet you never thought that you’d be back in this position
Got no answers for their questions
And it kills you just to listen
That you know
There’s nowhere else left to go
And I ain’t coming home
I ain’t coming home

[Verse 4:]
God’s favourite, dark horse of the devil’s family
I’m plan A till it’s my damn day, failure’s my plan B
From ashy to fancy, behind bars to behind the bars
They made it so I can fit an entire jail cell inside of my pantry
My daughter’s a down, she loves to see her father come
She loves to blow bubbles with her bubble gum
Now she lives inside of one, just accept it
Got Martin King’s heart, Martin Sheen’s blood cause
Missed me with your questions
I am the Martin Scorsese of these professions
While I’m outta here like Martin Lawrence in, get to steppin’
And I did it doing the kind of music I like
You’se a fool, you thought the prim would be my only highlight
Slaughterhouse but outcasted, first we’re here, then we’re there
Then we started to rhyme like you pretend to load our pants with led
No we moving on dup like the Jeffersons
Cause things came full circle like the top of yours that hits through here, yea

[Hook:]
Bet you never thought that you’d be back in this position
Got no answers for their questions
And it kills you just to listen
That you know
There’s nowhere else left to go
And I ain’t coming home
I ain’t coming home

SLAUGHTERHOUSE feat. Busta Rhymes – Coffin

[Busta Rhymes:]
Slaughterhouse!
Bussa Buss!
Somebody better find a hurry up to find the nearest fucking exit

[Joe Budden:]
Barge our way through, they wouldn’t open the door
First time high, they couldn’t know what’s raw
You would die if you smoked it, too potent to snort
If you think by the bar, you probably choke on the thought
(What up, what up, what up) Speed dial a coroner
Done with subliminals, now I’m talking to all of ya
Try my patience, wearing it thin
I put my prints in your heart without piercing the skin
(What up, what up, what up) I only need knuckles
Tell him to travel safe, then make his knees buckle
Before they love you, they gotta hate you
They say that real recognize real, we can spot fake too

[Hook: Busta Rhymes]
Y’all know what it is, cause we do it often
Caught another body, buy another coffin
(What up, what up, what up) Buy another coffin
(What up, what up, what up) Buy another coffin
We burn shit down, blow torch scorching
Slaughterhouse bitch, buy another coffin
(What up, what up, what up) Buy another coffin
(What up, what up, what up) Buy another coffin

[Joell Ortiz:]
Knick knack paddy whack, Yaowa wanna bone
Click clack acrobatic coward with the chrome
Purchase another casket, I’m murdering ya bastards
My Desert Eagle’s a bird, dirty little rachet
You’s a partner, don’t wanna hollow one touch ya
Screamin’ “Oh ahh”, when I Bussa Buss ya
I dress my baby up, she got a custom muffler
She be like “pew pew” you be like “uh, uh, uh”
Can you lean with it? Can you drop with it?
Next time I tell you shoot, put a sock in it
(What up, what up, what up) Act calm chief
We Sasquatch beef, big foot up your butt (shut up)

[Hook]

[Crooked I:]
The most beautifulest thing in this world
Are the funerals I bring to this world
(What up, what up, what up) Gimme the beat, I’m a body it
John Gotti it, Crooked probably bodied the audience
(What up, what up, what up) then I’m tryna find a whore
Dick in that vagina like I’m mining for diamonds or
I’m tryna find China or some kind of dinosaur
Try to score like Kentucky in the final four
Yeah, you niggas still will see my gun
Is my other dick, cause it kill pussies
I’m hood, you good? I’m just checking homie
Still hammer dancing, still 2 steppin’ with my weapon on me

[Hook]

[Royce da 5'9":]
I said if I ain’t fucking with you, you can suck a short for Richard
Until you hiccup, hiccup, need I say more?
Listening to a free beat by Dre, in some free Beats by Dre, or
Tell my attorney to cook it and eat it
I play catch with the body of Bernie from Weekend
At Bernie’s with Crooked this evenin’
I’m up in y’all spot with Jersey Joe Walcott
And Brooklyn Ortiz, just please give us a reason
(What up, what up, what up) Fuck all the singin’
I’m about to be a rich nigga, and waste the whole last bar screamin’
You ready? [screams]

[Hook]

[Royce da 5'9":]
Haha, we here
Ready? [screams]

SLAUGHTERHOUSE – Back The Fuck Up

[Hook: Royce da 5'9"]
What the fuck are you looking for?
Can’t a young nigga get money anymore?
Can y’all bums get funny anymore?
Can my life get sunny anymore?
Back the fuck back ‘fore I fuck you up
Ay! Back the fuck back ‘fore I fuck you up
You better back the fuck back ‘fore I fuck you up
(Slaughterhouse!)

I came, I saw
I conquered, I’m a monster
Back the fuck back ‘fore I fuck you up
You better back the fuck back ‘fore I fuck you up

[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]
Feeling like the greatest, Motor City’s finest
My crew looking Jamaican, I’m rolling with the grinders
They calling me Old Head, but so what the [cards?] young
I set the bar with the bars even though I’m bar none
Hot car, top’s off, hot broad, rockstar
Watch not flawed, tell y’all to watch dogs knock it off
I’m too pretty to fight, this gonna end fast
My clip long as Sinbad’s when it’s on it’s tenth blast
Fuck y’all radio play, fuck y’all radio stations
Long as I’m paid, my lady built like a long-legged alien
If it all ended today, I can honestly say
I performed and recorded with the greatest, word on The Chronic to Dre
Now I’m as polished as Obama wiping down a diamond
With the ass of Diamond from Crime Mob
After she’s had a shiny Armani hind-job
I’m a be straight
And you can pick a rapper, any rapper, and line up the date
I’m in a zone where the fuck is the ref with the whistle?
Don’t gotta impress you, I just diss you
The press pretzels the issue
My homie Joey showed me the net
And I went and got me a gross net fiscal
I’ll stretch you like the tek is a Bowflex pistol
So don’t bet
You would prefer me to be coming with you like phone sex
With a sexy electrician whose next mission
Is to cut your buzz off if you don’t rap right
I ain’t wrapped tight but I’m just that gift
Crack piff, mac spit, Cadilac flips
We can match whips, battle rap dick
I’d rather have an actress on my mattress
Who giving me brain so long she don’t know jack shit
But how to do that dick
Fact shit confidence of a fat chick
Caught onto fashion from catchin bodies at Saxs and Fifth
I came, saw, and I conquered, pig gang
Y’all talkin I’m chainsawing your tonsils

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]
Out for lunch with my accountant
Back the fuck back down to Chase doing counting
My bitch back the fuck back it up when I’m pounding
Y’all funny style watching Broke-the-fuck-back-Mountain
Y’all tuned into the Slaughters, the group fathers hate
Cause we move in on their daughters, with shit news reporters
Holding their hand when they trying to get interviews in order
That’s a chico stick mami, come chew me I’m a quarter
Of the House Gang, call it the crib, mami
These niggas running trying to get in our seat, a bunch of Mitt Romney’s
But I stand at the podium with the fifth by me
Screaming out “Yes we can, open yo shit Papi”
I rap well so I’m a bit cocky
From Maxwell blank tapes with the tissue in it to disc copies
To downloads in one click I’ll be
Still rhyming when music is telepathic you can come sit by me
I’ll stare at you with the rawest thoughts
CNN? Y’all think news, CNN? I think War Report
I say “Big L, ” you say “weed”, I say Harlem’s boss
A legend I’m repping for him and all that my sport has lost
Hip-Hop ain’t just a way of life
It’s all I know, it’s what fill up my kid’s cutty day and night
When it got soft, y’all conformed, man I stand to fight
Y’all went bathing apes I went ape in my favorite Nikes
Back the fuck back bredren
I brought it back when rap was defective, please don’t ask me no questions
Friend or foe, speak quick
Or I’ll put this foot back the fuck back where you leak shit

[Hook]

SLAUGHTERHOUSE feat. Eminem – Asylum

[Hook: Eminem]
The lunatics now run the asylum
The doctors are dead, nurses are tied up
They’ve taken it over and barricaded themselves inside it
The lunatics now run the asylum
I said the lunatics now run the asylum
The doctors are dead, nurses are tied up
They’ve taken it over and barricaded themselves inside it
The lunatics now run the asylum

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
I walk around with OJ’s glove knowing it fit
Fif to the toilet we taking over this shit
The Yaowa waited, salivated like man I know I can spit
I was knocking for quite some time but you wouldn’t open this bitch
You turn green when I enter, probably can’t breathe
Now ya’ll trees in the winter, nobody can’t leave
For all those that was doubtful I got a scalpel
And a mouthful of vowels to make a party stampede
You brag about swag and your feminine trends
I belittle your riddle you Skittles with Eminem’s friends
So I ain’t trying to play with you, this chainsaw crack jokes
On Cain’s brother brah, disable you
I’m an untamable animal with aim from a moving train
I could graze your decaying tooth
And my straight jacket just came unloose
I’m reporting live this is (BREAKING NEWS!)

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Crooked I]
Psycho, like no, bitch made, nigga so
This gray, nigga go, insane
I got the switchblade to your throat, move it’s not smart
I’ll slice and watch you bleed all over the pop charts
Me and the Slaughters run the asylum, I’m feeling
Like DiCaprio rapping on Shutter Island
This industry is pussy, guess who’s gonna hit it the meanest
Give her the penis, hit the bitch in her Venus
To this game I’m addicted and fiendish, I’m predicted to bring this
G shit to it’s pinnacle zenith, lyrical genius
So sick with ridiculous English, niggas get squeamish
When they hear this criminal linguist
Fall back it’s the take over, ya’ll wack and ya cake over
I escape from the padded room, grab a broom and rape a male rapper’s womb

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Royce Da 5'9]
I’ve witnessed the worst happening
The hurt moment when I’m purse snatching
I’m purp growing, berserk boning this nurse ratchet
When we spit you get the pug face
Your bitch swallowed my five dollar foot long on the subway
If sane people are rich why should I sit around?
Play me and end up like the back of this hospital gown, ass out
Drink drink drink drink, pass out
Ya’ll feel me right?
When I was young I was loud, I used to be like “I’ll KILL YA! ”
Now I be like “You know I’ll kill ya right? ”
If ya’ll don’t like it ya’ll can lick my dick
Cause we built this house we live in brick by brick

[Hook]

SLAUGHTERHOUSE – All On Me

[Hook:]
You have a problem in the hood, you good, don’t ask what it’s gon’ be
Cause if I’m by your side, don’t ride, put that all on me
Cause you’re my brother, you safe when I’m around
My bread is yours, hit the safe when I’m around
Cause, you can always call on me
Your drama shit ever fall on me, just put it all on me

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
The only child feeling like a brother these days
I used to run my own race, now it’s a relay
So you can take it to the bank when Ortiz stay
Homie, you can have it your way when you’re in BK
It’s really hood where my peeps stay
I got LeBrons with the arms, D-Wades and let the heat spray
My niggas, y’all triggers in the heartbeat
Blood thicker than water, but we thicker than concrete
So say the word and I’m near
If it’s somewhere not near, I guess I’ll be in the air
Or the next thing smoking, hoping it was a Lear
So I can get there quick enough to get you in the clear
Sitting here vibing, sipping on this Clear
Like damn I love you
Grown ass man, but I ain’t scared to hug you
We ride, I’m on the side like that man above you
Put it all on me

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Know that I’m a give you my all, already proved it
Anytime your back’s on the wall, I’m down to move it
OG’s respect me, real niggas honor me
Got my Bachelor’s in number scams in a con degree
Faggots ain’t fond of me, frequent where the monsters be
Loyalty comes first, guess I’m still an anomaly
Always give you honesty, you gained that power
Cause you down to stash the burner when you know it ain’t showered
We ain’t share a moms my nigga, we shared songs
They tried to raise the bail, I was there like the bonds
When your clientele got low, that was damned fine
Without a speech I was the beach – brought you the tan line
This is a warning, they cramp yours, they cramp mine
We should’ve known if we’re both stars, who says we can’t align?
And even if we see a day we come apart
The rules is still John Q, son can have my heart

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Crooked I]
You’re my nigga now, you’re in the L dot B dot
The home of the sticky jars, we own it the cities ours
We’re rolling in 50 cars patrolling them titty bars
Spend 20 large in the semis, ready for any charge
We on some mobster shit
No “you and me” it’s ‘I and I’ we on some rasta shit roster shit
My A-alike, I say it like we on some conscious shit
Rock your watches, I dare niggas to rob your shit
Cause it’s death before dishonor
Our enemies best wear a vest when they step before piranhas, Catch a Heckler or llama
Never protect you from the drama
Cause I’m a be on point just like the edge of a katana
Weapon wet you on my mama
From the east side to the city limits – We run it all
From the Benji flipping to the pretty women – We’ve done it all
Before niggas was big as Diggy Simmons
And we still do so, if you with me then my nigga listen
To this intermission

[Hook]

SLAUGHTERHOUSE feat. Cee Lo Green – My Life

[Cee-Lo Green - Hook]
This is my motherfucking life (my life, oh yeah)
This is my motherfucking life (my life, oh yeah)
This is my motherfucking life

[Crooked I]
S-L-A U-G-H T-E-R-H-O-U-S-E
Yes we are the best in the biz
The west in the bitch
This Eastside LB money over coochie man
645 when dip through the burbs
I be on my Gucci Man
Smash on the gas, kick a bitch to the curb
House in the hills, thousands of mills
Getting wild in the field with your spouse in Brazil
All ounces and pills, how does it feel?
To count dollar bills that I found off skills
Check it out, Jets fly private
Nigga S5 Hybrid, baby test drive my whip
I’m in Bed Stuy with my chick
On my west side fly shit
Pulling out minks when the weather get chilly
Left Eye side kick
Now don’t you niggas go chasing waterfalls
These bitches wall to wall
And they love to floss it y’all

[Hook x2]
This is my motherfucking life (my life, oh yeah)
This is my motherfucking life (my life, oh yeah)
Jets fly private, Nigga S5 Hybrid, Baby test drive my whip
This is my motherfucking life (my life, oh yeah)
Jets fly private, Nigga S5 Hybrid, Baby test drive my whip
This is my motherfucking life (my life, oh yeah)
This is my motherfucking life

[Joell Ortiz]
Sometimes I look around and I just
I just can’t believe it
I’m on a high like a falsetto
Maybe that’s why I feel like I’m dreaming
My eyes just quit
Look what I’m seeing, my life just shifted
I feel like I’m breathing
Light that spliff, now I don’t even smoke cause it burn my throat but tonight I’m steaming
Patron in my cup, holding mine up, toasting with this hood that I know I’m gon’ fuck
In these five star sheets put her right to sleep then kick the bitch out when I wake up
Even though baby girl got a large ol’ ass
I remember praying that my car goes last
Now my car so fast that I don’t think you’ll understand in a Murcielago dash
When it hurts but you ride through the dirt and you work til it hurt then you end up on Marshall’s staff
Hoping that your granny get to see you at the Grammy’s
Get a call from your family that your grandma passed
Then you know what you promised her so that you stay hot as a, thermometer, dipped in lava
So proud to be part of a conglomerate like this

[Hook]

[Cee-Lo Green - Bridge]
Every time that they play this
Put your hands up high if you’re happy you made it
It’s bitter sweet when I say it
But since I’m alive, might as well celebrate it

[Hook]

[Joe Budden]
What a success story
When the film plays it gets less gory
My son didn’t know who his pop was for years
Now its less Maury, God put it there as a test for me
Used to walk around with a vest and 40
Cops tryna mess hall me
Now babes with the 34F’s adore me
I took the rock and a hard place and made the best orgy
Now the fans approach I get paranoid
Where I’m from tell me never let you’re guard rest
But it’s simple to disregard stress
Hoes run to the bone, it ain’t far-fetched

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Now the jets fly high shit
That Panamera Porsche that’s Ryan’s fly whip
As a kid I was poor playing tag, now I’m it!
For those of ya’ll that don’t remember me
I’m a Detroit Oak Parker
Went from no office to offers
I told ya’ll I’mma get my daddy out the post office
And so far I don’t really need to own my city
Just as long as the D is on my fitted
And my sons and my daughter and my wife is along for the ride
This is the motherfucking life

[Hook]