Joell Ortiz - Coffin lyrics

[Intro: Busta Rhymes] Slaughterhouse! Bus-a-Bus! Somebody better hurry up and find the nearest f**ing exit! Joe Budden, come on! [Verse 1: Joe Budden] Barge our way through, they wouldn't open the door First time high, they couldn't know it was raw You would die if you smoked it, too potent to snort If you think by the bar, you probably choke on the thought What up, what up, what up? Speed dial a coroner Done with subliminals, now I'm talking to all of ya Try my patience, wearing it thin I put my prints in your heart without piercing the skin What up, what up, what up? I only need knuckles Tell him to travel safe, then make his knees buckle Before they love you, they gotta hate you They say that real recognize real dog, you can spot fake too [Hook: Busta Rhymes] Y'all know what it is, cause we do it often Caught another body, buy another coffin What up, what up, what up? Buy another coffin What up, what up, what up? Buy another coffin We burn sh** down, blow torch scorching Slaughterhouse b**h, buy another coffin What up, what up, what up? Buy another coffin What up, what up, what up? Buy another coffin [Verse 2: Joell Ortiz] Knick-knack, paddy whack, Yaowa wanna bone Click-clack, acrobatic coward with the chrome Purchase another casket, I'm murdering ya ba*tards My Desert Eagle's a bird, dirty little rachet Lose a part of ya when the hollow one touch ya Screaming "Oh ahh," when I Bus-a-Bus ya I dress my baby up, she got a custom muffler She be like "pew-pew" you be like "uh, uh, uh" Can you lean with it? Can you drop with it? Next time I tell you shoo, put a sock in it What up, what up, what up? Act calm chief We Sasquatch beef, big foot up your bu*t, shut up [Hook] [Verse 3: Crooked I] The most beautifulest thing in this world Are the funerals I bring to this world What up, what up, what up? Give me the beat, I'mma body it John Gotti it, Crooked probably bodied the audience What up, what up, what up? Then I'm tryna find a who*e Dig in that vagina like I'm mining for diamonds or I'm tryna find China or some kind of dinosaur Try to score like Kentucky in the final four Yeah, you n***as still wussies My gun is my other dick, cause it k** pussies I'm hood, you good? I'm just checking homie Still hammer dancing, two stepping with my weapon on...me [Hook] [Verse 4: Royce Da 5'9"] I said if I ain't f**ing with you, you can s** a short for Richard Until you hiccup, hiccup, need I say...more? Listening to a free beat by Dre in some free Beats by Dre...or Tell my attorney to cook it and eat it, I play catch with the body Of Bernie from Weekend at Bernie's with Crooked this evening I'm up in y'all spot with Jersey Joe Walcott And Brooklyn Ortiz, just please give us a reason What up, what up, what up? f** all the singing I'm about to be a rich n***a and waste the whole last bar screaming You ready? AAAAHHHH [Hook] [Outro: Royce da 5'9"] Yeah, what's up world? Ha-ha, we here You ready? AAAAHHHH