Crooked I - Slaughterhouse lyrics

[Joell Ortiz] Joey what you said, 24 right Aight cool, I got you I define gutter - every time 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 s**ers wishing, that's word to my mother You throw a shot at me, I'm throwing a shot back Yours is on a joint, mine's whistling by your top hat Yeah, I'm cool but you violate and I'll co*k back Open the mac's mouth and black out like I do not rap I'm sick and tired of n***as lying They fifth is lying in the second drawer next door to some bullsh** they iron Y'all be making up stories the little kids is buyin' I do everything my Penn State like a Nittany Lion I ain't gotta mention the streets on a song To get in a n***a a** on these beats like a thong - pause Veterans co-sign me, the up-and-comers scared The pretty girls go, "papi, 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 the gats go crazy [Nino Bless] f** a lecture, ain't tryna be Pun's successor That term's done f**er, what up whatever You birds 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 somethin' like a phenomenon Dropping bombs for fun then dine in Hell during Ramadan Whatever I'm rhyming on or whoever I tear 'em apart; swear on my pops No, fear in my heart, sh** 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 of a brick of hash mixed with acid hits like sick cracker sh** Get back, dumb birds I ignore the hype Click-clack, Yung Berged if you flossing ice Dawg, 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 Still mourn at night, don't wanna see mornin' light And I feel like I'm forced to fight When the +Chips+ are down like Ponch fallin' off his bike Of course my metaphors are type awesome, right I got 'em in awe, my aura's Jordan like What's really poppin', who diddy-boppin You wasn't really, now you all Common and really conscious I ain't with that silly nonsense, I really pop sh** My gun stay co*ked like Biggie's optics I stay evolving but grown bitter On your grave they're carvin', "f**ed with the wrong n***a" [Crooked I] I don't write I k** a pen, leak its blood on the page I breathe bars like oxygen locked my lungs in a cage Instrumentals get f**ed on the stage A pedophile unless I dig in the crates and f** with somethin' my age Forever vow, to never smile when I'm at peace Only when I'm eating the deceased like quiche Only when my enemy's internal organs are a smorgasbord in a feast The Dahmer with melanin led 'em in the belly of the beast You'll be missin' until fishermen see your corpse I'll be in Michigan sticking a chicken in my Michelin Ready to pigeon pitch again from Switzerland to New York I was whipping Bentleys before them pictures up in The Source I'm a gorillas behind these bars, on some zoo sh** Shoot you while you're talking on some news camera crew's sh** Sicker than flyin' in past tense on some flu sh** Day-old a**hole flow, I drop new sh** Exclusive, you don't want it in fact I'll have the doctors operating on the front of your back Tryna keep your stomach intact The spiritual you, leavin your body, he don't wanna go back That's when the tunnel go black I send your soul to the atmosphere f** outta here and your ringtone rap career It's Crooked I, the face of Eastside Long Beach Put your ear to the street so you can hear my heartbeat [Royce Da 5'9"] Nickel, yeah I hope n***as know I'll show up to your show I'll show up where you go, show up to your do', fo's will explode Shells 'fore they hit the floor, I know n***as know I got a open window flow, I air sh** out In the D they used to call me Mayor Royce Now they call me Clay Davis Guess why, "sheeeeeeeeeeee-it" Cause when it come to them words you know I wear sh** out I write rhymes like, white lines on a nose tray Ice cold Ice Cube flow like O'Shea Ridin' shotgun 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 violin Speaking of, I done played a tune of violence More than my n***a Charles Hamilton played Sonic I wrap n***as up, clap n***as up, scrap n***as up Either that or we gon' slap n***as up Dump dirt on you right before I go Into my Maino mode if I smell the scent of Yung Berg on ya Til it ain't no mo', ain't no dough Get into his a** cause I ain't opposed, I'm a livin' an*l probe I'm a lame-ophobe, matter fact my n***a JumpOff Can I keep goin' (why the f** not) When I was a teen, I used to pack a three-eighty Now I'm spittin sittin' between Shady and Jay I pull the jeans down on my b**h and then wave Cause the p**y Max B wavy when she ain't shave I leave the booth smellin' 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 dissin' his momma n***a you can't fade me [Joe Budden] They say he a ba*tard for real, then they see the a** on his girl So they wonderin', why's 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 Bush rendish Endless, move more than two inches My blood'll boil like I got a big skin cyst So end this or see me mañana Or see the speed of a llama, underground prima donna That ain't hard to find, pop a 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 mine and meet nine, mano-a-mano When it rains it pours, grab a teflon poncho You now f**in' with Mouse, the head honcho n***a I could fit your house in my condo I walk around like ratchets been legalized Just me and the Desert Eagle, and an eagle eye Closed casket, now you having a boxed wake Zipper over your head, dudes callin' you Crotchface So y'all 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 a** but the f*g's might bust And since poppin' tags is a must I hit the bank all I do is withdraw Chicks removin' their drawers now, your crew is in awe How you ball, your j**els 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, 'til you get hot leaded Til everything but your torso on you is prosthetic Digest it, n***as is pie-thetic Rap what you can't afford, y'all must got credit All you gotta know is Crooked I, Royce, Bless and Joell With Joe spell, NO L