[Hook] I tossed I turn, cant sleep at night I punch, I kick, I claw, I bite It seems that I can?t win this fight Hands together if you there tell ?em leave me alone Devils got a hold of me Devils got a hold of me Devils got a hold of me (Devils got a hold of me)
[Joell Ortiz] Pen in my right hand, beat on repeat He hates when I?m writing so the thing on my nightstand starts ringing, lighting up, Vibrating and all that I don?t wanna see no wall crack I just wanna perform at the biggest place in the World cause I?m dope like them four packs Sitting in, writes on my window sill Making sure everything stays on chill ? wearing all white ? Sayin? pay yo bills So that raw metaphor that I thought of before I don?t remember no more cause I just ran out the door to meet a fiend by the store And I heard ?so you off touring?? I turn and seen his whore that I used to fiend for that aint never let me score Looking at me like I?m something she aint never ever saw So a one hour run somehow turned into 24 Wifey callin?, I hit ignore My priorities is poor, listen Lord
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[Royca Da 5'9'] (Nickel) My life is like a box of chocolates, I work hard for it Plus I am awkward, uh I am an addict?s son, plus I am an addict son! I am an 8k addict, uh, Travis drums I am the lead done factor thats why I got an edge on rappers I am red rum backwards I see your crew and get deep so you can respect it, jump me I signed a deal with my maker, Satan?s my record company I got a k canon, I buy chincillas My bitches rocking luci-furr after they say Tannon Now can you say tannon better yet say Dannon The coupe look just like yoghurt, I fly I aint landing I am the bank bandit I got a buying problem I goes in and walk out with all the money but I aint rob ?em
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[Joe Budden] I?m talking, I?m talking, He talks, I listen GPS on my position Just living, just hanging out with the opposition Can?t take the heat, get the f-ck out the kitchen Stupid, ya?ll, think it was just me I belong in prison crazy by my own admission On a mission to grab a podium Let me tell the public that I?m self-destructive I aint looking for no help, f-ck it Look for a way to get high I?m still alive, 6 million ways to die and still a few more left to try ? We just going back and forth feeling like tenants standing underneath rain What are we sayin?, friends and family wanted me to change But its too late cause my feet is getting comfy on the flames, check it I don?t wanna be another n-gga with no gold No fame, success, n-gga, no hope Sleep in the corner in Soho My uppers down, its no dough F-ck it they aint put me under yet Think what you wish I aint got one regret
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[Crooked I] My automobile is not a Bentley He knows that my pockets empty The devil, so consequently he gotta tempt me Standing on the block, you should not offend me I rock a semi, like Prada Fendi, I don?t think the spirit of God is in me Just wicked wispers of scriptures, satan is narrating I heard you got a safe in your crib so I?m there waiting Nobody safe in your crib, when I?m in that staircase I?m bare-faced Possessed by what you possess, I?m hell raising And I just left somebody?s father a quadriplegic Told em not to move or get shot to Egypt He did not believe it He?s losing blood and I?m cold blooded like I?m anemic I need a doctor I?m psychotic maybe I should watch The Secret Or see a Priest and I might just chill Or will I blow ?em outta the confession booth like on Righteous Kill Kill, kill, kill, God when I write this will I hope I seek some forgiveness cause my life was real
Ladies and gentlemen make some noise. Aww shit, yeah. Y'all ready to get this shit started or what? Aiight, well I brought some friends with me too.
Eminem Now I ain't back just for the sake of saying I'm back I could relax, but I'd rather stack ammo on tracks Couple Xanax, light a couple wax candles then black-out and Relapse 'til I yack Jack Daniels and 'gnac (Woo!) Burp bubbles, attitudes immature and double shot of Bacardi, party vision is blurrin' Woah-oh! I can't see shit, my words get to slurrin' Uh oh! You can call me R. Kelly, now urine/you're in Trouble!
What's accurin' before, after, and durin' the show There's no bearin' on the bad news I'm bearin', whoa What is it wordplay? No, I'm pushin' you out the do' So suck my dick on the couch if you wanna cushion the blow Now stomp your fuckin' feet 'til you get to squishin' a ho Its pandemo-nium standin' O when you see him (Oh!) Damn, baby you look good, you givin' me wood You should, pull over like a sweatshirt with a hood
Let's network, get our poly on, you and me both break bread While I'm coppin' over this game to pinch a loaf Now homie, who's your favorite pain in the ass Who claims to be spittin' the same flames as me I'm Kanye when he crashed In other words, I got the hood on smash like I stepped on the gas Destroyed the front end, deployed the damn air bags on the dash Went through 'em and laughed Came back an hour after the accident and bit a God-damn Jawbreaker in half
So stop fakin' the funk and start shakin' ya ass Slaughterhouse in the house with the Caucasian of rap And Just Blaze on the track What the fucks more amazin' then that, slut? Answer me that Royce where you at
Royce da 5'9" I'm right here fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers To pry apart you, lump on your head designed by a bar stool Designed by a cartoon, before I need to be hired Jimmy Io' fire Marshall The 9 tucked against the linin' I pull it out and flip your partner upside-down like ya'll are a couple 69in' It's like Rick James is shooting up your house, nigga [rapid gunfire] "FUCK YO' COUCH NIGGA!"
You screaming 'fuck the world' with your middle finger up While I'm over here shoving my dick in a hole in the mud My bitch, know I'm perfectly fit for murder Because I murdered her, so you can call me Nickel the OJ, the Glove I got a Posse of Insane Clowns, blow your brains on your opposite ear Then ask you how your brain sounds Bad, evil, we go Alfred E. Newman, mad cerebral, you on your last burrito
(What that mean Nickel?) It's a wrap if you eating Get a beat then terrorize that bitch like I'm Middle Eastern Slaughterhouse on fire, nobody touching that Good day and good night, Ortiz, yo where the fuck you at
Joell Ortiz I'm right here; my Nike Airs buzz light years ahead of my mic peers Quite scary to look at, a nightmare, where my book at I write fear In the heart of you tight squares, I harbor the art of "You Nice" wear It's type weird cuz that made me hotter than my dear Uncle Al's breath after polishin' off his ninth beer... Homie chill, listen, I swear, I'm God, I give tracks a holy feel/Holyfield And they bite ears...
I'm right here, why wouldn't I be? Just waiting to be hooked to IV's It's Mumm-Ra's well when you look at my pee And this joint? (No exception) So just point (A direction) And record the pig's oink (When I rip his intestines) This isn't just an infection; this won't go away with penicillin injections Millions of questions arose after they did an inspection What I exhibit, seems to be non-contagious yet anybody can get it
Aww, shit it I did it again when I lit up this pen, I emitted this phlegm This time it's along side it Em-in-em So tell a friend to tell a friend, bite a disgusting hook Jump in shark water and swim, yo where the fuck is Crook
Crooked I I'm right here letting the shotty pop, quick as a karate chop Get your body shot, get your top chopped like a lollipop Colored Maserati drop, in a body shop Get your mommy knocked, and your Uncle Tommy molliwopped (Geah!) I take your life to the 9th innin' A knife in a gunfight... I love it, me and my knife winnin' I laugh when you fall, the shit'll be funny I buy my bitch a new ass and watch her sit on my money
Man, all the bitches holla They wanna drop my britches than jaw my dick to swallow Leave drawers in this Impala, I ball like Iguodala I bear more arms than 6 koalas (uh) As soon as I draw get sent to Allah Bi-linguist don, I kill with the tongue, I'm Attila the Hun, I'm Genghis Khan, I'm a genius spawn I pillage your village for fun, an egregious con A syllable gun, real as they come, Long Beach Saddam (Blaow!) Slaughterhouse equals swine flu, a sound flyin', we do what you try to do without trying (Slaughterhouse!) Cuz to us it's so easy, where's... "Jump-off" Joe Beezy
[Intro: Melanie Rutherford] Check the scene, pappas Slaughterhouse, still standin There was a murder last night And the shit didn't really sit right with me So I had to tell a story Ohhhhhhhhh baby! Blood on the walls, street life
[Joe Budden] America's worst nightmare, ahead by light years Hip-Hop's only shining star in the night's air Right here, don't fight fair, what I write yeah Might there, throw 'em off like they Bobby Knight's chair I been where you tryin to be, I'm already hot All about cake, Betty Crock' and spit ready rock They know my bar came venom in a bezzie rock Kicks from Fight Club, outfit from Eddie Brock I'm goin for the kill, focused on a steady plot John Wilkes the Booth like when he dead aimed his nezzie shot You listenin to hip-hop's finest You rewind this, Slaughterhouse behind this
[Joell Ortiz] I like rap, this shit is cool, I'm better than mad niggaz But I'm just as good a crack pitcher as a pad ripper I say that to say this Don't let mad liquor turn me to a bodybag zipper and not a ad-libber Couple joints ago I was right on that ave wit'cha Mad bigger than the cats David Tyree had last winter I'm not a made-up character That's a Puerto Rican Brooklynite with two kids y'all see in them mag pictures And however I gotta feed 'em I will All they ever gon' need in life is just, me and my will Interfere with that it's gon' be more than a beat that I kill Disrespect with an indirect and you will see if I'm real
[Crooked I] Fuck you blood-suckin parasites I'm bringin the terror right in front of your parents' sight You parents' eyes, and yeah I wear a pair of pipes I wear 'em like Sega like on a pair of thighs I'm Eric Wright, I'm +Ruthless+, I terrorize You'll either perish or be paralyzed; I'm a thousand degrees Fahrenheit I'm even keepin them heaters when we perform On stage rockin like we from Korn, the people roar What they don't know it's a secret war Inside of a rider I'm seekin revenge on the world for bein born! And the desert eagle is "mi amor" She'll fuck you to death, blow your brains, either or cause she a whore
[Royce Da 5'9"] Allow me to reassure your stripe's worthless Like a pair of Diadora's when it leaves the Adidas store Don't be comparin us to rappers Compare us to the Arabs, this a terrorist attack, uh - BOOM! Lord have mercy, we here to destroy EVERY-thing You niggaz is butter in front a FUCKIN machete swing Motherfucker I'm fly, I ain't no scary goon Try me and I guarantee you I'ma see you very soon Leave a nigga ass out like Prince, take his bitch Put my +Graffiti Bridge+ right +Under Her Cherry Moon+ (woo!) We notorious, pushin them Porsches Y'all niggaz the orphans; US, we the warriors
[Interlude: Melanie Rutherford] Ohhhhh, wait a minute papis Royce, slow down baby
[Joe Budden] This rap shit is a workout on my legs (why?) A nigga goin hard on his bike but two million dudes is jumpin on the pegs They know when that raw shit get recorded Either let your speakers enforce it or lay down in a moshpit Of course it's the bosses, actin like officers Runnin in these corporate offices Hungry lookin for a four-course dish no matter what the cost is Like the world's lawless so we don't know what remorse is Cause the V need like a thousand horses Slaughterhouse hoodie on, that's my new couture shit It's Jumpoff! He be the best Computers rank me number 1, blame the BCS It's they fault nigga
[Joell Ortiz] Ask about your boy, I'm nice with my hands Maybe that's why, every last thing I write is a jam Minus the fans, the flights to Japan, I am the man Anyone who feel they could see me is in dire need of a eye exam My mind expands wider than the fanbase of a fire band And what I release from my diaphragm Sticks to you, like the wrists of Spiderman Fool a average listeners what you liars can do but you will die a scam When I die they will retire my entire hand For years of scripted whoop-ass, makin intruders try a can I guess the moral of the story is Joell's victorious And e'rything's all gravy like Notorious
[Crooked I] I left a nigga dead cause he said he was ready for I Let the Beretta give him wings since he said he was fly I'm in my Chevy ridin to "Bar Exam" and "Mood Muzik" They the closest to "Reasonable Doubt" and "Ready to Die" Crooked I, watch for snitches and wire devices My fo'-fifth, fire in crisis, lift you higher than prices All my ice, and on the mic, I am the nicest Me and my bitch ride for life like Osirus and Isis Yeah, word to Run-D.M.C. I'm +Tougher Than Leather-face+ Never threw a gun in the trash but they call me Weapon Waist It's like you movin from the projects to the Hamptons The way my hammers be sendin bastards to a better place
[Royce Da 5'9"] Let me set it straight, they fans been led astray Niggaz keep gassin with guns with unleaded spray They don't know they one flow, one medic away From bein taken away from here in the leaded state I handle all of my serious issues with metal I stick you so deep in the earth your zipper can tickle the devil I'm skippin the pick and the shovel I'm pickin you up and I'm shovin your head in the mud until your kickings is level Pardon I live for the moment, you rhymin I give the atonement Like the Indians, I scalp and I wig the opponent (yeah) But I'm a chief, matter fact I'm a BEAST I'm a motherfuckin Slaughterhouse G BOOM!
[Verse 1: Eminem] Life handed me lemons, I jump back into the public eye And squirted lemon juice in it by now you just wish I’d fucking die But I electrify, get electrocuted, executed by an executioner Of my flow too quick for the human eye to detect zooming by Guess who, what’s happening guys? They told me to shit I fell off that pot hoped right back up on that crapper and I Said fuck you with a capital I, look who’s back to antagonize You don’t like it? You can eat shit, fuck off little faggot and die You right back like a maggot on my dick grabbing at my shit better get to the back Of the line, You wanna get your shot at me what kinda crap is that battle What kind of rapper would I be before I let another rapper think he’s hot I’ll bury my face in his stinky twat and go.. Go 'head, space is limited, ain’t even room in the back of my mind That’s why I ain’t thinking about you, I don’t got time and I told you a thousand times So how can I find the time to put an alkaline battery in Royce's back And at the same time put juice in mine? Goddammit Slaughterhouse is signed
[Verse 2: Crooked I] I’m a menace villain, my pen is sitting spilling, my livers killing Then I let you witness shit when it hit the ceiling The niggas willing to give the listeners the sickest feeling Like mixing some Benadryl and penicillin then I’m filling the clip With a written, can you picture my pistol drilling? A million women and children when I’m illing but it isn’t real, it’s a rap On the real, it’s a wrap How could you possibly stop the Apocalypse when I’m atomic bombing the populous Shock the metropolis hostile as a kid popping the Glock at his moms And his pops then he hops in his drop with his iPod rocking the Slaughterish Documentation and lyrics I write with confidence Write like a columnist slash novelist I’m in this game to demolish, establish my dominance Over prominent rappers you popping shit till you opposite I can spit ominous so spit politics now I’m Haile Selassie Gandhi and Pac of this hip hop genre, bitch
[Verse 3: Royce] Lyrically I’m a cocaine Altoid Ability to bring (?) it’s a no brain bout boy Physically I’m literally a cocaine cowboy Wait wait, did I just go almost four bars without talking about my big dick? The other day me and your thick bitch had a great day and we ate cake And then we walked and then she tried to jack me off but she lost Cause she couldn’t handle my shit, wait I sweared Irony of Ryan is I am bipolar while I’m rhyming standing beside a big old white bear Neither one of us fight fair, you are literally looking at Woody and Wesley in a movie With a white boy ain’t got to jump no where cause I’m here Nigga I’m on fire yeah and I’m every bitch’s dream One, two I’m coming for you, I’m a big old nightmare Nigga this the slaughter stepping up I’ll pretty much slap your ass and tell you to shut the fuck up After that I’ll slap your ass again and tell you to shut the fuck up shutting up And that’s how you body a fucking beat
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[Verse 4: Joell Ortiz] I should be the one that goes slow ´Nah get a stopwatch, clock my flow Hit the button on top watch the jaw drop Oh oh that’s that yo that’s YAOWA When I drop I go outta space Blackout like Darth Vader’s face Placed in a molten shower Say something and get them proper Mama poppa pouring out vodka Mama Mia, Em pass me the seeds It’s ? Slaughterhouse ? better yet boy go home, better yet boy ? Better jet boy, Mark Sanchez, Santanio Holmes I’m not just any old homeboy Sitting in a lab picking up a pad I be spitting bad, I’mma get you mad with this gift I have Lord duck sufferin succotash when the trigger blast I’mma put your beak on your fitted hat Where the liquor at? Sip of yak That bitchh and a vicious track ? Sly Pro tools to boast Joe smooth I coast to the West like we’re tired of living at New York here’s a piggyback ride to the motherland Hold on brotherman, on the other hand get down I’m gutter fam, gun butt you with the Eagle handle Cunningham I don’t wanna talk, I just wanna beef I don’t want a piece, I want it all baby boy I don’t wanna eat, I wanna feast up ? rough piece of shit You done weak, I’m the one, capiche?
[Verse 5: Joe Budden] Insane what they call us Ain’t married to the game but you probably shouldn’t have came to the altar Every bar like propane for the sawed-off, using ? to forge you Eminent Mr. Porter, slaughter my cinnamons emminent torture All of you feminine marauders, that’s women at war Men will assault you, time is a bastard symbol of ? Kidnap your trembling daughter, at least a quarter I’m administering supporters, got an aura more like Sodom and Gomorrah Normally something’s wrong with me Claiming a quantity of the porn I see on the pause to me When I fix the game they’ll think shit came with a warranty How the fuck are they gonna stop ? born to be Corner me, shit belong to me, two choices, you can get along with me Or sit your faggot ass right there in dormancy Wait, all you missing is heels to be RuPaul Ain’t nobody that’s real ever knew y’all Second to none and I’m dealing with Marshall This time I never come down, deal with the blue balls You ain’t gotta fear me but you’ll respect me Niggas who never met me threaten me, want to gillete me Why don’t you let me come ? I got some machetes Swinging spaghetti like it’s heavy ? deserve an ESPY In a Chevy like Andretti, put the Dezzy where his chest be
