Royce Da 5'9" - Slaughter lyrics

I'm from a grimy city from a bunch of miles away With no regard for the laws, I'm from a sovereign state From a murderous block, swirvin' in a convertible drop Making sure you heard my proverbial plots I'm tryna take over the world like Pinky the Brain My dream mistress is a b**h like Pinky with brains Or Roxy Reynolds, I'd stick dick into her She s** co*k for a living, tongue kiss with Murs But I don't feel anger So like the frame of the nickel plated chrome 4-5 I'mma still bang her Original renegade n***as still afraid More n***as follow than Ashton Kutcher's twitter page Chowder time, ya'll write, I sprinkle powder lines If Kelly beat his case, my lawyer gon' swallow mine So put your nines on the crap table You life gambling I'm Patrón sippin', signed to Black Label Champagne wishes become realities Bad b**hes fly minus the travel needs My dick is the biggest thing on my anatomy I diss n***as for nothing like why you mad at me? Nickel is definitely still reckless The last n***a got k**ed and made me feel threatened Who really cares what a rapper talkin'? The only feeling that ain't familiar is after losses I shoot Edo G in the head and go back to Boston With a trunk full of white, we call it Asher Rothin' Feel honored if I talk about your a** often You should wanna sleep in the bed I was jacking off in It's a reason these muthaf**as is backin' off him He Floyd Mayweather, Paul Williams, and Chad Dawson All rolled up in one his money trash talkin' Amongst bosses chillin' out in the cash office n***a, you testin' the one, nickel second to none I'm hotter than Texas at three, I'm affecting the sun I don't just sound raw I'll disconnect your sh** have you walking around with Bobby Brown jaw And then Whitney say crack is wack And it offended me like, Fluzey why you dissin my music? And you can ask Proof, we come from Chopper City Minus the wack suit, and the beef with Ness Forever in hell and the smell of that sweet success That calico talkin', sayin, "We the best!" I'm a fair teaser This b**h said, "Who the f** died and made you God?" I said "Jesus." I'm in the zone I feel like a star And n***a you know what to do if you feel like a fraud Go on jump in that traffic, you playin' Frogger I ain't no blogger, I'm Mister Rearrange Your Aura n***as thinking all I got is internet soldiers '09 is the fear year, respect's over The OG's taught me how to do it one way So I ain't down for no games unless its gun play n***as'll murder judges, over murder grudges I don't put money on heads I just refer to cousins I drop dope records that's hot like a furnace The needle on that record player is hypodermic Receive food from a intravenous tube k** your a** in private between me and you I'm sick enough to go up in your house Sickening rhymes, I spit 'em and throw up in my mouth You f**in' round with the Slaughter House conglomerate Like catching your parents f**ing, I'll leave you traumatized A beef live till the drama dies My daughter could get struck by lightning if I ain't down for homicide You don't believe in me you a atheist thug My b**h p**y delicious as the Flavor of Love f** what they say I'll tattoo your face, Danger but it ain't for the love of Ray-J I got her card hard, I call my penis "Dicky" Before I let you bullsh** me, I let Serena kick me And she got thunder thighs I could just be so heartless and give you the business but I ain't from the Chi A product of the Borris where Barry Gordy records I'm talking A.1 Yola, that's totally pure I flow bodies of water, dead fishermen haunt me I got the temper of a trigger, the dick of a donkey I'm a Soulja Boy, yeah I'm the last breathing No need to turn on my swag, come on, I'm swag sleeping Ya'll n***as flows is old ya'll sound like last weekend I'm Marty Delorean partying with a bad reaper