[Produced by Marcus D]
[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
Let's be honest, my dominant pursuit
To ball is phenomenal like Ndamukong Suh
I only fear tears from my son
Gla** is half full, mindframe: rain is tears from the sun
Now sit back, picture pitch black
Get your 6-pack, your b**h spazzing get your dick back
You planting seeds like a lion gardener
I got money on you, but I ain't on your side
I ain't your silent partner
I give 'em the finger
Cause n***as used to cut the off switch off when I called
I done been through the ringer
Yeah, my b**h asks ''is you gon' fight
Everybody that got something bad to say about you?'' Yeah
They shouldn't run their mouth
I ain't the leader of the Slaughter
If I was we would be called Drunkenhouse
About this infinite sh**, mention the clique
This clip will quickly get your attention
Nickle and Vish
[Verse 2: Kid Vishis]
Marksmen with the pencil, my pen is like a pistol
I wish you would
I sick you intending bodily harm if you trying to get your issue
I'll make your center fold, 7-6-2 full magazine
Rifle his eye, call the sh** insight, get sniped
Full clip, let it rip, kiss his a** good night
Good bye cause you'll perish first
We'll put you underneath the ground
So far you won't be found 'til the meek inherit the Earth
He ain't hardcore when I grab the .44
I make 'em flip, call the sh** street parkour get it?
The mag'll spit and take all the air out you quick
Which will remind you of opening up a bag of chips
Youngin the truth when it come to the *spit*
Loaded pistol flowing my guns drew
Since you a f**ing fruit
You can't even chew a banana without chipping a tooth
Step in the booth and I'll chew you
[Verse 3: Crooked I]
It's so prophetic, that selfish sh** it be so patethic
Cause when your whole crew ball it's all copastetic
Now tell me what could be only realer if Oprah said it?
''I'm rich, b**h, from talking on shows'' - yo, forget it
The flow kinetic, move crowds when I spit a bar
My drive's impact is more than when you it a car
Son keeps shining cause he is a star
Kick dust like the Greek mythology's minotaur
I'm in a rental car trying to avoid the struggle life
With enough sh** in the trunk to do double life
I hustle right, gotta zip up the duffle tight
Like b**hes fronting with Jordan I'd rather cuff a mic
But this industry is simply complex
f** empty concepts, I'm thinking strictly ''I'm next''
Meatcleavers and bloody aprons is Slaughterhouse
Wack rappers get a pa**, next time I'mma call you out, b**h