文本歌词

Check the scene pappas
Slaughterhouse still standing
There was a murder last night
And the sh*t didn't really sit right with me
So I had to tell a story
Ohhhhhhhhh baby
Blood on the walls
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 trying 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
Kicked from fight club outfit from Eddie Brock
I'm going 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
I like rap this sh*t 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 gong be more than a beat that I kill
Disrespect with an indirect and you will see if I'm real
F**k you blood-sucking parasites
I'm bringing 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 rocking like we from Korn the people roar
What they don't know it's a secret war
Inside of a rider I'm seeking revenge on the world for bein born
And the desert eagle is 'mi amor'
She'll f**k you to death blow your brains either or cause she a whore
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 F**KIN machete swing
Motherf**ker I'm fly I ain't no scary goon
Try me and I guarantee you I'ma see you very soon
Leave a ni**a a** out like Prince take his b**ch
Put my (Graffiti Bridge) right (Under Her Cherry Moon) (woo )
We notorious pushin them Porsches
Y'all niggaz the orphans; US we the warriors
Ohhhhh wait a minute papis
Royce slow down baby
This rap sh*t is a workout on my legs (why )
A ni**a goin hard on his bike but two million dudes is jumpin on the pegs
They know when that raw sh*t get recorded
Either let your speakers enforce it or lay down in a moshpit
Of course it's the bosses acting like officers
Running in these corporate offices
Hungry looking or 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 sh*t
It's Jumpoff He be the best
Computers rank me number 1 blame the BCS
It's they fault ni**a
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-a** making intruders try a can
I guess the moral of the story is Joell's victorious
And e'rything's all gravy like Notorious
I left a ni**a 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 riding 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 b**ch 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 sending bastards to a better place
Let me set it straight they fans been led astray
Niggaz keep gassing with guns with unleaded spray
They don't know they one flow one medic away
From being 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 picking you up and I'm shoving your head in the mud until your kickings is level
Pardon I live for the moment you rhyming 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 motherf**kin Slaughterhouse G
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