Slaughterhouse - Slaughterhouse lyrics

[Joell Ortiz:] I define gutter, everytime 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 Listen, that's word to my mother You throw a shot at me I'm throwing a shot back Your's is on a joint Mine's whistling by your top hat Ya 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 lyin They fifth is lyin in they second drawer Next door to some bullsh** they ironed Ya'll be makin up stories that them little kids be buyin I do everything my Penn State like a Nittany lion I ain't gotta mention the streets on this song To get in a n***a a** on these beats like a thong, pause Veterans co-sign me, the up and coming scared The pretty girls go? gPapi 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 it make cat's go crazy [Nino Bless:] f** a lecture, ain't tryin to be Pun's sucessor That term's done f**a, what up whatever You bird's 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 Droppin' bombs for fun then dining in hell during Ramadan Whatever I'm rhymin' 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 a brick of hash mixed with acid hits Like sick cracker sh** Get back dumb birds I ignore the hype Click clack, Yung Berg if you flossin ice Dog, 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, the mourn at Knight Don't wanna see mornin' light And I feel like I'm forced to fight When the chips are down like Ponch fallin' of 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's diddy boppin' You was a willy 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 evolvin, but grown bitter On your grave they carvin? gf**ed with the wrong n***a... [Crooked I:] I don't write I k** a pen leak his 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 eatin' the deceased like kiesh Only when my enemies eternal organs are a smorgasborg in the feast The dahmer with melanin and let em in the belly of the beast You'll be missin' till fisherman see your corpse I'll be in Michigan stickin' a chickin In my Michelin ready to pigeon pitch again From Switzerland to New York I was whippin' Bently's before them pictures up in the Source I'm a gorilla behind these bars, on some zoo sh** Shoot you while you're talkin, on some news camera crew sh** Sicker then flying 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 Tryin to keep your stomach intact The spiritual you, leavin your body he don't wanna go back That's when the tunnel go black I'll send your soul to the atmosphere f** outta here, and your ring tone rap career It's Crooked I, the face of east side Long Beach Put your ear to the street, so you can hear my heartbeat [Royce Da 5'9":] I hope n***as know I'll show up to ya show I'll show up where you go Show up to ya door 4's will explode shells For they hit the flo' I know n***as know I got an 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? Shiiiiiiiiiieeett Cause when it come to them words You know I wear sh** out I write rhymes like white lines On the nose tray Ice cold, Ice Cube flow like O'Shea Riding shot gun with Chris Martin my DJ Not the white boy, but I'm down for the Coldplay Forever stay violent, better stay silent Hammers stay hummin' Like strummin' the mandolin or violin Speaking of, I done played into the violence More then 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 Till it ain't no more, ain't no dough Get into his a** cause I ain't opposed I'm a living an*l probe I'm a lame-a-phobe Matter fact my n***a Jumpoff can I keep goin? (WHY THE fu*k NOT!) When I was a teen, I used to pack a .380 Now I'm spittin', sittin' between Shady and Jay I pull da 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 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 Bish's rendish Endless, move more then 2 inches My blood'll boil like I got a big skin cyst So end this, or see me manana Or see the speed of a llama Underground prima donna That ain't hard to find popppin' 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 mind and meet 9, mano e 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 the eagle eye Closed casket, now you having a box, wait Zipper over your head, dude's calling you crotch face So ya'll 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*gs might bust And since poppin' tags is a must I hit the bank and all I do is withdrawl Chicks removing they drawls 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 Till you get hot leaded Till everything but your torso on you is prosthetic Digest it, n***as is pie-thetic Rap what you can't afford, ya'll must got credit All you gotta know is Crooked I, Royce, Bless & Joell With Joe spell, NO L!