Crooked I - Frat House lyrics

[Intro x2: Eminem] All the ugly people be quiet [Interlude Royce Da 5'9"] Wave (x7) [Hook: Royce Da 5'9" & Eminem] I got a house full of b**hes, n***as, it is going down I'mma hold my own, yeah b**hes laying on the floor like it's a crack house Welcome to the frat house Condoms, kegs, liquor, weed, pills I'mma hold my own, yeah b**hes 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 cla** 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 sh** I'm 'bout to send a text to my next ex-b**h 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 Dropping more n***as 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 Maury s**y 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 p**y 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 ‘Cuz that's what let'em get active, whoever said I'm romantic Is wrong, hope you got a powerful chin Cause they say bl**jobs are flowers for men I'mma need about a dozen, go get your guzzling cousins And your trouser arousers, we wilding again [Hook] [Verse 3: Joe Budden and (Joell Ortiz)] See I'm an on-stage rock star (Backstage p**n 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 a**) Bend over, take her to church now she in U-Ma** Scoop my Spelman broad for all out s** 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 soph*more, 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) This pill gave me a new demeanor (Chris Reeves graduated, I'm a super senior) [Hook]