[Intro] Slaughterhouse Yo Ice man, I think we need to do part 2 though [Verse 1] I did it every Wednesday n***as saying Crooked I about to bring that ‘Hip Hop Weekly' back, nah Long as whack n***as still shining I'mma be wherever hip hop need me at Mega-lyrical and then I get political Like Fela Kuti bringing his dashiki back I love listening to white boys spitting I've been doing that sh** ever since I first heard Beastie's rap Black, yellow, white, brown, purple I don't care just body a beat remember It's always somebody better than you And you better believe that somebody is me remember I'm making this freestyle sh** look easy So they say I must be constantly thinking about it Dreaming about it people will doubt it But it is easy to me I want the head of the goat and hell no I ain't leavin' without it Failure is not in the plan Go ahead hater try to block if you can They say it ain't over until the fat lady sing So I'm walking with the b**h voice box in my hand Time on my side like a clock in my pocket I ain't in a rush cause the clock just began Timing is everything I'm chilling like a Rollie In a hourgla** man I'm just watching the sand First I'mma shove Slaughterhouse down your mouth Till you finally understand we the best in the industry Then I'mma start shooting n***as on a solo tip So labels better put a vest on the chest of my enemies Cause your roster in danger, we taking over Never seen me coming like I'm f**ing with the lights off How do you deal with a rapper so hungry that even if the wind blow It'll knock my stomach on the sidewalk? You won't deal, you don't deal Cause nobody could stop me, nobody could top me All they could do is go study the album And Xerox the flow after they go buy them a copy West coast, Chuck Taylor kamikaze Motherf**er just call me the Low-Rider Qaddafi Puttin' that work out, pushing so much weight That nobody could spot me, you nobody, you not me [Outro] How many n***as do we have to come and get? How many rappers do we have to come and k**? SLAUGHTER