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'Party' Lyrics - Slaughterhouse
Here is Party Lyrics by Slaughterhouse

What the fuck you talking 'bout?
(You ain't in my lane, nigga)
This is Slaughterhouse
(Me and you ain't the same, nigga)

Why you think your bitch on my dick?
Cause I'm a paid nigga
Made nigga deep in her pussy like a grave digga
I'm so high that I can chill on the roof
Pop a Oxycontin pill in the booth, give 'em the truth
Tell the world them lyrical killers still on the loose
If I make the crowd bounce my nigga Eminem'll recoup
That's why the rhymes Crooked I spit is making a mosh pit
Fly shit, sicker than hospice, takin' 'em hostage
Yeah, we don't party like you niggas do
We don't party like them niggas do
4 a.m. 20 groupies on the tour bus
On a coke high, waitin' to fuck the 4 of us
Nah, we don't party like you niggas do
Nah, we don't party like you niggas do
Put some blue dolphins off in a rocket
I'm 'bout to blast off, now I'm feelin' proper
We don't party like you niggas do
We don't party like you niggas do

Wadadadang wadadadadang (x2)

Fuck you nerds doing everything cause Jay Z done said it
Fuck you and your new urge to be a fake sneaker head
Fuck you and your ball game floor seats
If you just there with a broad, neither one of y'all ain't scorekeep
'Prolly thought LeBron was a cornerback
Heat game, wearing Grape 5's and a Hornets hat
Fuck you and your leather jerseys and hairy arms
Niggas bald then they get big headed like Barry Bonds
Fuck you and the crowd you perform in front of
Like you was born a stunna, your money reformed a runner
Your Instagram got bitches saying "I heard he's rich"
So you just fucked your first bad bitch at 36
That's what I call fake felt, never saw a weight scale
Shirt tucked in in front, showin' off your H belt
This one of them moments where your money ain't the issue
I can call you corny cause corny niggas get rich too
Still a sucker, corny niggas get rich too
We don't party like you niggas do

Wadadadang wadadadadang (x2)

Man fuck you fuckboys, you boys fuckin' with the wrong one
Fuck your fake high, don't give a fuck if you're on one
Fuck that broad you're fuckin', that pussy prolly smell cray
Fuck, you ain't a G, who give a fuck what your belt say?
Fuck you and your section and your bottles and your sparklers
And your shades that look like night vision goggles, fuck you
Knock off, enough with all the narcotics you knock off
The hood jump off the only time you get your rocks off
Snapple fact you never pop off, your block's soft
Man I'll knock everybody on your block's block off
You fake gat clapper, mad actor
I'm backwards, watch how this pump give you mad asthma
Put your punk story in it's last chapter
I fucked the pumps off a D but you a cat stacker
No party's like a house party, yeah
You know a shorty's sleepin' on that couch, prolly dead
That's what we get into, why even knock? You'll never get into
A house party, we don't party like you niggas do

Wadadadang wadadadadang (x2)

I know a couple new niggas tried to start this
Lemme help you out dawg, trickin' is still trickin' regardless
We not in the same, you funny to us
I use my mouth for my G, you need your money to fuck
You do a lot of that talkin', I'm done when I bust
Take community pussy and be the dummy to cuff
It's like everything you do with the opposite sex
Is the opposite of correct, we ain't gotta give you respect
So whoever raised you ain't practiced for real
Type to buy a bitch a phone, be all checkin' the bill
I've seen your type, corndog, wack as a fuck
Type to pass your man a ho, then get mad when he fuck
Like you do all the shit that a real nigga don't
All that shit that a real nigga won't
Since I don't know if this sucka shit is contagious
You the nigga we see and run
No you ain't getting no bitches, you busy being one
And one last thing for the record 'fore I get out of here
We don't party like you niggas do

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'Throw That' Lyrics - Slaughterhouse (Ft. Eminem)
Here is Throw That Lyrics by Slaughterhouse Ft. Eminem

[eminem - hook]
she strips, to get tips
those lips and those childbearing hips
i’ll throw this, i’ll throw this dick on you girl (girl)
i’ll throw this, i’ll throw this dick on you girl (girl)

gonna make you feel me, gonna shake this building till i make you spill drinks
girl, this whole building is probably filled with little dingalings
but not me, i- i throw this dick on you girl
i throw this, i throw this dick on you girl

[royce da 5'9"]
they call me nickel nina aka (royce!) aka (throw dat dick?)
a player gotta keep a condom on cause we play safe
eh, then i’m taking the condom off cause i skeet they face
then i turn of jodeci cause they say “baby want you to stay but you can’t stay”
it aint trickin’ it if you gettin it, if you aint got that you aint ballin’
you mad, they call me botox up in hermes cause i help them get rid of all those bags
(all those bags) i throw this brick on you girl
then i drink up, whats your number?
i’ma throw this dick on you girl

she’s got it, ohhh she got all the homies in here
excited, ohh i dont really know how to describe it

the strippers love me and i love them too
my bitch gon be like what am i gon do witchu

[eminem - hook]

[crooked i]
i’m crooked i, aka fuck your girl
up up in the sky
when it come down, say “fuck the woooorld”
these strippers are sprung
my middle initial is awful richard and my nicknames
right on the tip of her tongue
the side of her mouth is dripping with (eh, eh-eh)
i’m drunk right now, stomped right now
tryna figure out how to get four chicks to sit on one chair
oh yeah, turn the chair upside down, upside down
i throw this grip on you girl
talking that handcuff you aint never coming home
man finna trip on your girl

she’s got it, ohhh she got all the homies in here
excited, ohhh, i dont really know how to describe it

baby you got some incredible skills
i want brain you want shoes
true love’s always head over heels

[eminem - hook]

[bridge]
i said yo yo
you got me on the string i’m dangling like a yoyo
you string me along and leave me hanging and thats a no no
in my world, cause i throw this thing on you girl

[joe budden]
look, they call me joe butt-in
i be around when them hoes strut in
this relationship is 50/50
if you meet me halfway i get the whole nut in
cause i’m in town, just one day now spin round
get ya face out the way
and just when she want an encore, i’m gone
i’m sorry i couldn’t stay

[joell ortiz]
they call me o-e double-l ortiz
aka yaowa, aka ah nuttin, i just got an ak in my jeans
can i spray your flower
i aint really tryna sit with you girl
when you finish that spit lets split
wheres your wrist let me throw this grip on you girl

she’s got it, ohhh she got all the homies in here excited,
ohhh, i dont really know how to describe it

…before this night is a blur, here’s my offer
that shit you did, do that with her
and both of you girls..?

[eminem - hook]
(throw dat dick)

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'Back The Fuck Up' Lyrics - Slaughterhouse
Here is Back The Fuck Up Lyrics by Slaughterhouse

[hook: royce da 5'9"]
what the fuck are you looking for?
can’t a young nigga get money anymore?
can y’all bums get funny anymore?
can my life get sunny anymore?
back the fuck back ‘fore i fuck you up
ay! back the fuck back ‘fore i fuck you up
you better back the fuck back ‘fore i fuck you up
(slaughterhouse!)

i came, i saw
i conquered, i’m a monster
back the fuck back ‘fore i fuck you up
you better back the fuck back ‘fore i fuck you up

[verse one: royce da 5'9"]
feeling like the greatest, motor city’s finest
my crew looking jamaican, i’m rolling with the grinders
they calling me old head, but so what the [cards?] young
i set the bar with the bars even though i’m bar none
hot car, top’s off, hot broad, rockstar
watch not flawed, tell y’all to watch dogs knock it off
i’m too pretty to fight, this gonna end fast
my clip long as sinbad’s when it’s on its tenth blast
fuck y’all radio play, fuck y’all radio stations
long as i’m paid, my lady built like a long-legged alien
if it all ended today
i can honestly say i performed and recorded with the greatest
word on the chronic to dre
now i’m as polished as obama wiping down a diamond
with the ass of diamond from crime mob
after she’s had a shiny armani hind-job
i’ma be straight
and you can pick a rapper, any rapper, and line up the date
i’m in a zone where the fuck is the ref with the whistle
don’t gotta impress you, i just diss you
the press pretzels the issue
my homie joey showed me the net
and i went and got me a gross net fiscal
i’ll stretch you like the tek is a bowflex pistol
so don’t bet
you would prefer me to be coming with you like phone sex
with a sexy electrician whose next mission
is to cut your buzz off if you don’t rap right
i ain’t wrapped tight but i’m just that gift
crack piff, mac spit, cadilac flips
we can match whips, battle rap dick
i’d rather have an actress on my mattress
who givin me brain so long she don’t know jack shit
but how to do that dick
??? confidence of a fat chick
caught onto fashion from catchin bodies at saxs and fifth
i came, saw, and i conquered, pig gang
yall talkin i’m chainsawin ya tonsils

[hook]

[verse two: joell ortiz]
out for lunch with my accountant
back the fuck back down to chase doin countin
my bitch back the fuck back it up when i’m poundin
yall funny style watching broke-the-fuck-back-mountain
yall tuned into the slaughters, the group fathers hate
cuz we move in on their daughters, with shit news reporters
holding they hand when they tryna get interviews in order
that’s a chico stick mami, come chew me i’m a quarter
of the house gang, call it the crib mami
these niggas runnin tryna get in our seat, a bunch of mitt romneys
but i stand at the podium with the fifth by me
screamin out “yes we can open yo shit papi”
i rap well so i’m a bit cocky
from maxwell blank tapes with the tissue in it to disc copies
to downloads in one click i’ll be
still rhyming when music is telepathic you can come sit by me
i’ll stare at you with the rawest thoughts
cnn? yall think news, cnn? i think war report
i say “big l,” you say “weed”, i say harlem’s boss
a legend i’m reppin for him and all that my sport has lost
hip-hop ain’t just a way of life
it’s all i know, it’s what fill up my kid’s cutty/cudi “day and night”
when it got soft, yall conformed, man i stand to fight
y’all went bathin apes i went ape in my favorite nikes
back the fuck back bredren
i brought it back when rap was defective
please don’t ask me no questions
friend or foe, speak quick
or i’ll put this foot back the fuck back where you leak shit

[hook]

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'All On Me' Lyrics - Slaughterhouse
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[hook]
you have a problem in the hood, you good, don’t ask what it’s gon’ be
cause if i’m by your side, don’t ride, put that all on me
cause you’re my brother, you safe when i’m around
my bread is yours, hit the safe when i’m around
cause, you can always call on me
your drama shit ever fall on me, just put it all on me

[verse 1: joell ortiz]
the only child feeling like a brother these days
i used to run my own race, now it’s a relay
so you can take it to the bank when ortiz stay
homie, you can have it your way when you’re in bk
it’s really hood where my peeps stay
i got lebrons with the arms, d-wades and let the heat spray
my niggas, y’all triggers in the heartbeat
blood thicker than water, but we thicker than concrete
so say the word and i’m near
if it’s somewhere not near, i guess i’ll be in the air
or the next thing smoking, hoping it was a ?
so i can get there quick enough to get you in the clear
sitting here vibing, sipping on this clear
like damn i love you
grown ass man, but i ain’t scared to hug you
we ride, i’m on the side like that man above you
put it all on me

[hook]
you have a problem in the hood, you good, don’t ask what it’s gon’ be
cause if i’m by your side, don’t ride, put that all on me
cause you’re my brother, you safe when i’m around
my bread is yours, hit the safe when i’m around
cause, you can always call on me
your drama shit ever fall on me, just put it all on me

[verse 2: joe budden]
know that i’mma give you my all, already proved it
anytime your back’s on the wall, i’m down to move it
og’s respect me, real niggas honor me
got my bachelor’s in number scams in a con degree
faggots ain’t fond of me, frequent where the monsters be
loyalty comes first, guess i’m still an anomaly
always give you honesty, you gained that power
cause you down to stash the burn when you know it ain’t shower
? my nigga, we shared songs
we try to raise the bail, i was ? like the bonds
when your clientele got low
that was then ? without a speech ? tear a line
this is a warning, they grant yours, they grant mine
we should’ve known if we’re both stars, who says we can’t align?
and even if we see a day we come apart
the roof is still john q, some can have my heart

[hook]
you have a problem in the hood, you good, don’t ask what it’s gon’ be
cause if i’m by your side, don’t ride, put that all on me
cause you’re my brother, you safe when i’m around
my bread is yours, hit the safe when i’m around
cause, you can always call on me
your drama shit ever fall on me, just put it all on me

[verse 3: crooked i]
you’re my nigga now, you’re in the l dot b dot
the home of the sticky jars, we own it the cities ours
we’re rolling in 50 cars patrolling them titty bars
spend 20 large in the semis, ready for any charge
we on some mobster shit
know you and me, we on some roster shit
? alike, we on some conscious shit
rock your watches, i dare niggas to rob your shit
cause it’s death before persona
our enemies best ? invest when they step before piranhas, ? llama
never protect you from the drama
cause i’mma be on point just like the edge of a katana
weapon wet you on my mama
from the east side to the city limits
from the ? flip it to the pretty women
before niggas was big as diggy simmons
and we still do so, if you with me then my nigga listen
to this intermission

[hook]
you have a problem in the hood, you good, don’t ask what it’s gon’ be
cause if i’m by your side, don’t ride, put that all on me
cause you’re my brother, you safe when i’m around
my bread is yours, hit the safe when i’m around
cause, you can always call on me
your drama shit ever fall on me, just put it all on me

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'Where Sinners Dwell' Lyrics - Slaughterhouse
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[verse 1: royce da 5'9]
i’m coming from the depths of the city where sinners dwell
we finish frail niggas with shells from splinter cells
when losers win, winners fail, i’ll cut your nose off
to spite your face, until you decay you can’t even call your scent a smell
mommy dragging a donkey, i’ll pin a tail
i been writing so dark and for so long, my pen is pale
for the money y’all impale, your heart with twenty ten inch nails
put a hole in your racket like i turned your tennis ball into a spin and snail
i laid off, they whole flow, on my day off i sprayed off
that fofo, then made off, with more dough then madoff
i’m the adolf, hitler, of this shit bruh
no soul, my skeleton sneak
your ho, got a hella physique
i hope she know i shoot boat loads
bon appetit, when she get to this house
i’m a spit this out, trying to ? this mouth to a pelican beak
heartbeat ready, as i done, sloppy steady
watch her do it, slob that knob. drop that jaw
and watch her come up, roxy eddy

[hook]
from the depths of the city where sinners dwell
from the depths of the city where sinners dwell
from the depths of the city where sinners dwell
from the depths of the city where sinners dwell

[verse 2: crooked i]
i’m coming from where sinners dwell
where ghetto america’s future is poverty
we inherited lucifer’s property
they giving us niggas hell
choose your philosophy
is usually hypocrisy
lose your democracy
nobody vote counting in 2012
so my ruger is watching me
i move to the monopoly properly
and due to this ruthless economy
i got shit for sell
our music’s anomaly
you dudes are just comedy
in lieu of monogamy
your pooky on top of me
i did oh well, all my neighbors heard that vixen yell
the way i make that ? quake, rate my sex on the richter scale
put it in a coffin, ? tarpin, cause all too often, i pinch your tail
only thing left for my pillow was a piece of a weave
and some ? of liquid gel
no one liver, yeah
go back and find her
nigga that mainly spit, crazy shit
prozac and fiber
no rap surviver, nigga, don’t act macgyver
when it get real in the field you a meal
no appetizer

[hook]
from the depths of the city where sinners dwell
from the depths of the city where sinners dwell
from the depths of the city where sinners dwell
from the depths of the city where sinners dwell

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'Truth Or Truth' Lyrics - Slaughterhouse
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[verse 1: royce da 5'9"]
i’m stressed out so much i’m like, “why stress it?”
am i selfish for asking myself
“would you rather count money or count blessings?”
now that’s a wild question
fame turned my life upside down
i guess it was meant to be like passing beyonce a tic-tac
and that ain’t a diss, this way more to me than a diss track
jay-z is god to me
nas is god to me!
eminem is like b.i.g. and pac to me
and if you disagree i hope you bleed hypocrisy!
and this will be the realest shit i ever wrote
shoutout to all the crazy bitches i’ve been involved with
thank y’all for making my wife a crazier bitch than y’all bitches
y’all might’ve lost me, but y’all win
and this will be the realest shit i ever wrote
now let’s talk about the bet awards
when kanye went to the podium for the win
and mentioned everyone in the same category as him but me and em
he said they motivated him
and normally that would be ammo to hate on him
but that ain’t my m.o! my m.o. is to be mo’ motivatin’
this new-wave culture is so cultivatin’
where the fuck do i fit in?
and this will be the realest shit i ever wrote
i succumb so much to this game i feel sorrow
i answer more questions about the 40 and game squabble
than i answer questions that i ask myself
“are you a good father?”, the answers, “well
fuck this! royce got a game tomorrow”
i ain’t gotta spell out the offers
if being famous means speaking to people in offices
over being there for your sons and daughters
i’m off this
i know the last couple of lines kinda fell out of the pocket
but i don’t give a fuck! let me tell you this:
when was the last time you cop some shit where it actually came out of your pocket?
answer that!
if i gotta answer questions from you
you gotta answer questions from me!
“i’m fucking my whole life up for you?” answer this question:
“what the fuck are you doing for me?” answer that!
still i love my fans, even though you all looking me like i’m just this drunk nigga
that’s just throwing up behind shit, blowing up, but nigga i ain’t throwing up shit but my hands
and this is just me growing up
courtney artesia, kino and fish, please support me i need ya
but in reality an artist is supposed to be supported by easels
but in the meanwhile, i’m just supported by evil

[verse 2: joe budden]
wattup royce, you inspire me
and i picked you for the record
i mean, i’m no longer fuckin’ amused
i mean i addressed this shit on “cut you loose”
how long am i supposed to stick around for this fuckin’ abuse?
every time i go to leave, i figure “fuck is the use?”
i endure it for the true fans that covered that new
or is that just another fuckin’ excuse?
do i do it for attention cause i crave it, i won’t mention it, i’ll save it
if you know me than you know a nigga treasure anonymity
nigga thought that as a man, you must be kiddin’ me
and i’m starting to feel like my fans are now condemning me
listen, i don’t owe y’all shit
same joe i am today is the same joe y’all get
y’all will interrupt a nigga while he at his place of worship
and think that came along with your 20 dollar purchase
you bought the music, not the nigga that made it
but let me touch up on that nigga that made it
if you’re judging me on actions then i’ll take that l every time
if you conclude “joe budden is a corny mu’fucker”
cause all it mean if i’m a corny mu’fucker
is the greatest rapper ever’s just a corny mu’fucker
my bad, i’m not as street as you
but all this time i was being me, not being you
i get behind that mic, let all my demons through
without knowing shit about the people that i’m speaking to
add that to me not seeing a reason to
and that says a lot in a room full of silence, listen
at 21 i had a drug problem
at 31 still drugs is a problem
but the thing about that pill is it made everything real
and i felt i needed to see
funny thing about it all, i ain’t like what i saw
now the lord’s voice is in my head like
“you’ll be dead soon for questioning me”
another lesson for me
far greater than whatever i profess it to be
cause if left to me, i’d put our eyes in our brains
we’d over-think what we see and our whole lives would change
but fuck it, that day had to come
who ever knew that i would have a son?
i coulda guessed it, i was fuckin’ like a rabbit
but i never saw him handle scoliosis like his dad did
never knew me and ronnie would talk again
fuck a rhyme, i’m just happy that we talk again
who knew that the second i acknowledged you
you would get terminally ill, be in the hospital
the thought of you leaving is what fucks with me
i’m scared to death of getting full custody
nigga, i look in the mirror disgustingly
so how am i supposed to feel the day that he looks up to me?
i always said you were the worst baby-mother
i had ex-girl confused with baby-mother
and there lies my problem with our creator
all the times i wanted her black ass dead, you wouldn’t take her
don’t do it now, i need her
understand, it don’t get no realer
see how i go to bed with thoughts of a damn killer
but rather show y’all my girl through these instagram filters
look at her, don’t look at me
cause if y’all judging, y’all would throw the book at me
speakin’ of shorty, nah, i’ll do that in private
it might be a little soon for me to let her know how i get
shit, and now we right back at one
real quick, let me get back to my son
when a nigga was like
he said “dad, i’m weird… but i don’t have a problem with that”
and i was like haha… i laughed, and i was like
“well, number 1, why do you think you’re weird
and number 2, why don’t you have a problem with that?”
and he looked me in my eyes and he was like
“well, i say i’m weird, number 1, because i know i’m weird
and i don’t have a problem with it because that’s me
and whoever don’t like it, they don’t have to be around me
i’m comfortable with me and who i am”
and right there, that was cold
in my head i thought that was bold
illest shit about it all, said that at 10 years-old
so i could die right now
i could die right now and feel like he got the most important part of joe
or, better than that
i could die right now and feel like he know all he need to know
joey

royce, what up

last night we cried tears of joy
this morning they were still there
what’s handicap without the wheelchair
that’s what we are, but fuck it
we’ll be the sacrificial lamb for y’all niggas
hate it or love it
leave all of that, b, fuck it

[verse 3: crooked i]
yeah man, i kinda feel where my nigga was coming from
both my niggas
you know
baby moms was on worldstar n shit
ya know, talk about i take care of my junior
me and my niggas straight though
yo, my little nigga rap
i just let it be ya know cause people get their feelings hurt over other shit so
i just let it go you know
i aint have no rebuttal
but err, when you grew up fucked up
nobody’s perfect ya’know
but i’m perfect for this
this rap shit man

eastside long beach, atlantic avenue and hill
crooked was a youngster my ghetto attitude was real
dumper in the waist in case i had to shoot to kill
rocking dumb mics cause i had was stupid skill
eastsiders we cypher about a bus bitch
some sippin’ toca vodka, others had the blunt pitched
a lot of them niggas died, sweatshirt blood drenched
others went to jail, they hit a lick and left thumbprints
long beach i salute ya grind
even though you think you i sold out you not saluting mine
i don’t come around much, i’m on music’s time
lost and found i found when i’m broke i lose my mind
so i hustle like i’m on a hunger strike
without a doubt when i cuff a mic
i leave a body count like the shotty’s out
cause i’m from a group called slaughter
rap better than everybody house
now they think i’m in the game and stuntin’
but i’m like an orgasm man, i came from nothing
some of you from the burbs but you claim you wasn’t
so lame you struttin’, the cain you frontin’
fuck all that, if i was born rich i would rhyme about it
i was born poor in a ditch, i’m rhyming tryna climb up out it
tryna avoud a life of crime i’m ’bout
some say i’ll be fine without it
but i kinda doubt it
death around the corner, prison breathing down my neck
chasing paper til a nigga wheezing out of breath
irs wanna fuck me, i aint even outta debt
said they young buck me, tryna squeeze me outta checks
yeah, them fools tryna squeeze me outta checks
don’t talk to dominic’s unless you pay ya mommas rent
with marijuana sent outta town, them dollars spent
my own fam wanna grab the steel and harm me
but i got the nuts to kill an army
word to killa army, man all them killers adore me
bet red carpet, the steel was on me
to put a slug in my flesh and blood wouldn’t feel good
serena crip walking at the olympics i’m still hood
still me, til my candle is blown
so many secrets i only told to a glass of patron
half of my fathers family died of cancer alone
he called me sick, i didn’t answer the phone
how does it feel to know that your son doesn’t care
cause you wasn’t there, life wasn’t fair
i look at steps in the wrong direction, another stare
yeah muthafucka yeah

i swear, just the other muthafucking night dawg
like niggas, niggas rolled in front of my studio on my kids life
nah’mean, i ran through the fucking studio to my office grabbed that 3.57 thang man
came out waving, i’m bout to bust, the police pass by
my little brothers told me i needed to chill
nah’mean, this is what i do man, this is the life i live for real dawg
this aint no muthafuckin’ rap music
just the other night i coulda killed a nigga man
nah’mean, i wouldn’t be here rapping about this shit
think about it man

[verse 4: joell ortiz]
my grandmom’s left me, father don’t exist
baby moms stress me, my momma got a cyst
my older son love football and the little nigga hands is mean
but he chronic asthmatic so he fully suited on the sideline wishing he could be in there but still
cheering for his team
my youngest son got nervous, sometimes he cry to me
i’m looking at him like it’s not you fault
you was conceived when daddy was such a slave to his everyday anxiety
i worked at ups for a week and my boss aint have to fire me
i wasn’t fit to lift boxes i quit
don’t put me in that box when i spit
my life wasn’t too muthafucking fly for me
wasn’t too muthafucking fly for me
from the lobby huffing and puffing running from robberies
to crooked i, royce da 5’9″, joe budden, homie from the goodie mob and me carving artistry
celebrating escaping poverty
ashy knees and no socks
chinese outta hocks but that was on the first, other than that
liver works and government sent me yellow cheese in box
ya’ll aint have that yellow cheese in a box
last night i cried tears of joy
but the other night i cried tears my boy
no longer here i can’t hear his voice
i guess upstairs they playing dealers choice
popped a pill with joe i’m sippin’ clear with royce
crook light a cigar nigga
my little homie just hit the pen
went in a younger dodi, came out a senior citizen
and them crackers just denied me
fuck dawg i can’t even sneak a visit in
i aint hustlin’ no more if y’all listening
ya’ll niggas only get the music man
ya’ll know what be going on with a nigga day to day
i mean shit i aint complaining or nothing
like a nigga stand on his own two and hold it down
but it’s realer than you think nigga
you think i give a fuck about a rap list
i just left my condo, hopped up in my car i’m on my way to fuck an actress
i don’t need y’all to remind me bout my pen and pad gift
and how my ad-libs subtract your wack spit
multiply my visits to chase divide my among 4 other niggas
who spazz quick
nah nigga this aint no rap clique
this is a muthafucking takeover
i want another range rover
i got such a hangover celebrating the fact my mother become sober
my uncle fading from that needle though
found out he fully blown a couple weeks ago
my aunt tested negative but it’s the same result
but she gon die on the same day he stop breathing yo
to know me aint to love me
nah, to know me is to know me
cause you aint got to like me but respect that i aint phony
not a nominee for yony’s or oscars for my uh balony
wat you see is what you get
hope you getting what you see cause what you seeing is a threat
come at me with indirect’s, i aint gon write a song about you
i’mma knee you in your neck
and write a song about how i just beat ya to death
don’t play with my little niggas
i’m just a grown ass man tryna feed my family through the talent god gave me
honestly i don’t care if you hate me
but don’t fuck with my money
anything else i say will be dry snitching on myself, how dumb would that be
house gang
yaowa!!!

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You know I ain’t build to answer that
But I act like I ain’t never have money
Then throw it away, then throw it away
Then throw it away, then throw it away
You see me throw it away
Then throw it away, then throw it away
I like to throw it away, let’s throw it away
You know I ain’t Jay Z honey
But I act like I ain’t never have money

Live from the area, area, wasted
Drives will bury ya, bury, wasted
Standing on couches, everybody know me
Rock star, only thing that’s …
Realest out here, out here
In the club doing what, got my name out here, out here
You can call it tricking, you can call it tricking
You can call it dissing, that it is if you all stand
All the bitches on q like na na na na na,
I’m in the sky, when the realest go na na na na na
Let it fly dope, ah
You only live one time, one time
Your favorite rapper up in here one time, one time
You know what
You know I ain’t Jay Z honey
But I act like I ain’t never have money

But I act like I ain’t never have money
Then throw it away, then throw it away
Then throw it away, then throw it away
You see me throw it away
Let’s stack up, get it up and throw it away
Then throw it away, then throw it away
You know I ain’t Bill Gates honey
But I act like I ain’t never have money

All my money got wings on it
Fat, … my cling on it
Clap, clap, clap, make that butt applaud
You got all that back, what you fucking for?
Cheers to kids, this is y’all song
I got bitches, itching to sit me off home
We da bizness, this is, slaughterhouse baby
This is what is all about, … money
Blowing in the breeze like na na na na na na
Like the picture pose, I got cheese like na na na na na na
Come, get this money from me, I don’t want it honey
I don’t make it rain, I make it snow bunny
Time to pull to the top of that bitch
I ain’t got it like that, but I got it like this

You know I ain’t Bill Gates honey
But I act like I ain’t never have money
But I act like I ain’t never have money
Then throw it away, then throw it away
Then throw it away, then throw it away
You see me throw it away
Let’s stack up, get it up and throw it away
Then throw it away, then throw it away
You know I ain’t Jay Z honey
But I act like I ain’t never have money

Yeah, it’s damn right, I’m fucking a lesbian, stripper
And a dob sprinter
Dick van dike
It’s gonna love it, when I go Warren Buffet
Throwing euros on the floor, balling on the form budget
Slaughter’s in the house look at that click, that click
Deeper than the breast of a fat chick, fat chick
Party in vip with the earth realest on blue
… throw the money in the air like na na na na na na
I’m yelling I’m far settle like na na na na na
I know you killers hold the metal tight, na na na na na na
Who give a fuck we all ghetto, right na na na na na na
I had a lap dance moment of clarity
This a tax right off, this m favorite charity

You know I ain’t Bill Gates honey
But I act like I ain’t never have money
But I act like I ain’t never have money
Then throw it away, then throw it away
Then throw it away, then throw it away
You see me throw it away
Let’s stack up, get it up and throw it away
Then throw it away, then throw it away
You know I ain’t Jay Z honey
But I act like I ain’t never have money

Jealousy could crash here…different one, different one
I told her do that thing alive if she ain’t do it
That was my bad, thinking that she ain’t stupid
Cute face with a pretty butt, pretty butt
Shake got her saying giddy up, giddy up…
Call murder like na na na na na na
Even got the valee workers like na na na na na na
You scratch that and it’s one thing, …na na na na na na
Red bottoms coming out the coup
We got it tied up, even when we’re at it to loot

You know I ain’t Bill Gates honey
But I act like I ain’t never have money
But I act like I ain’t never have money
Then throw it away, then throw it away
Then throw it away, then throw it away.

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Slaughterhouse
My real name my rap shit
Hold me up nigger
I am straight up nigger
Still in the on the projects where I came up nigger
On the .. set the team my wait up nigger I am no foul about the ..
Have your brain exposed by I shut .. in a second homie and break your noise
Talk the past lift your ass I was living life fast put my pistol on the grass
Stick it in my ass try to finish up the last so I can sit it in the stash
All this sweat tripping from the .. sitting on the .. while I am looking left to right
Niggers with the badge I want bitches really .. from them 12 12 and I kept the shit packed for them
Back and forth I can paint so vivid cause I really lived it trap .. I scalp ..

Chorus
I am in the club bottle in the hand doing my posture
Like I am ..dance all the niggers when they feel the gun I tell them
I am doing the hammer dance
Two step put my weapon on feeling good I am just stacking homie
You don't stand a chance while I got this gun in my pants
Doing the hammer dance
Two step put my weapon on feeling good I am just stacking homie
You don't stand a chance while I got this gun in my pants
Doing the hammer dance


Many times I wake up whole morning I spill the coffee i know the paper won't come
I drop shit make the gangsters go dumb keep a bad bitch necked like my waist with no gun
I am for real how are you got street power from the . how are you how did you become
I won't do what you .. do flip a thousand pounds .. that is how I will do I am for real
I got my mother fucking .. mother fucking line did you .. on a regular they try to get your creditor
.. type I am gonna kill him everybody know your body when I shut it say goodbye to your .. let it go
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You don't think that I am about this real nigger put your money where your mouth is

Chorus
I am in the club bottle in the hand doing my posture
Like I am ..dance all the niggers when they feel the gun I tell them
I am doing the hammer dance
Two step put my weapon on feeling good I am just stacking homie
You don't stand a chance while I got this gun in my pants
Doing the hammer dance
Two step put my weapon on feeling good I am just stacking homie
You don't stand a chance while I got this gun in my pants
Doing the hammer dance

Fuck the peace the real … is the ..money ain't new to me ..
This is move B taking shorty from ..work with me but the chrome is …
In the same taxi as the bone collect the …rap about models
I have been hunted by them not a kill lead on I am just surrounded by
Just a real nigger straight from my mother stomach .. for all of us to be cut from it
I decided about who tells that cause all of us to be .. for who host bread
Lot of hostility holler in this killer over my dead body like is not a possibility
All my .. bullshit never mind me but if there is a repellence nigger know where to find me
Chorus
I am in the club bottle in the hand doing my posture
Like I am ..dance all the niggers when they feel the gun I tell them
I am doing the hammer dance
Two step put my weapon on feeling good I am just stacking homie
You don't stand a chance while I got this gun in my pants
Doing the hammer dance
Two step put my weapon on feeling good I am just stacking homie
You don't stand a chance while I got this gun in my pants
Doing the hammer dance

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[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
I told her
Now go and pop that pussy for a real nigga
?
Don't do the small talk, wrong got a bill with it
She asked for a vay-cay, all she get is a guilt trip
Niggas is talking to the feds now bugging out
Even got cassettes in they chest, teddy ruxpin style
Bitches is wildin' treating me like they husband now
Tho I got this white girl upstairs like this the drummin' house
[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]
Now go and pop that pussy for another real nigga
House gang bang bang, no deer injure
Long rifle, big bulls, drip ooz shout when I come round the corner
Like a vick cruz route
Suck it with you're boobs out, you fucking skank
Deep tho, please choke, yeah gag like a fucking prank
You know what's reeking, be freaking so tho we got dinner reservations
Later this evening I'm eating

[Hook: Joe Budden and Joell Ortiz]
She's started to pop it for a nigga they look back
And told her baby it's real
And I said bitch you crazy if you think I believe but I'mma still get a feel
She said that a head ground breaking so it's only right that I show her
What a drill
And she cute, so maybe she want
Yeah ight nigga trust me she will
Yeah, do it for the hardest niggas spitting in the game
She will, yeah
If I can drop her off and she ain't gotta take the train right now she will

[Verse 3: Joell Ortiz]
I mean..
Why the fuck would she not, she'll play my side just to be hot
Hop in my ride, crushing these blocks, swallow her pride
Fuck them reeboks, red bottoms glide, girl get on top and
Leave those on and go with your squat, let's make this porn
See the red dot? The camera is on
Here's your big shot
They say you're shy, I know you're not
Now prove em wrong
Make it

[Verse 4: Joe Budden]
He can't go the places I go
He ain't been the places I've been
He can't fuck the hoes that I've fucked
He Don't spend they way that I spend
Wait she hold that pussy hostage like a pimp is near by
With me she always wanna lay up like a rim is near by

[Verse 5: Crooked I]
Hop up on that pole and wind
Overtime, take off your clothes and grind
She know she fine, she low-key no she mind
Look at the neck and the ho get blind
Fuck your man, got a loaded nine
With a ? for colon bind
Put a bullet in his head, leave him with an open mind
And I poke his dime
Crooked I!
In the pussy and I go for ?
Why do you think they call it box
Gotta hit baby below the belt
Whether coka or moka after I stroke a
I never broke myself
We into march, but may 15th, we be on your shelf!
Welcome to our house nigga (House nigga)
No Clarence Thomas
We running your lane, we sunning the game
So Pay your parents homage
Each one of my gang is one of the same, I'm being very honest
Bust that paint so black on a bentley coup I'm feeling farrah conish
I promise, so many tattas got my name on it
These strippers, they bring the parade on stage and I rain on it
Real nigga!
Man I'm getting this money don't ask how
You get cheese cause of dairy air is a cash cow

[Hook]

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monsters in my head
monsters in my head

what if i told you i wake up screamin’ and swingin’
dreamin’ that i’m fighting demons
dreamin’ i’m swingin’ on heathen’s
competin’ and schemin’ to eat every piece of my piece when i’m sleepin’
need a priest and a deacon
when i’m speakin’ to preachers tell ‘em i’m only at peace when i’m drinkin’
i’m sinking deep into hell
thinkin’ i’m fiedin’ for freedom
‘cause being in a well isn’t good for my well being
a walkin’ zombie i be comatose
nobody loves a nobody
who probably overdosed in the lobby of the omni hotel
probably find me with an empty bottle of oxy
shakin’ like an earthquakes inside me or i copped a holy ghost
wondering if therapy can take care of these monsters
before i kill more innocent people than jared lee loughner
they spit on me, shit on me
society kicked on me, hit on me til i was sick and exhausted
flipped and i lost it off hallucinogenic’s
they using a clinic, i saw lucifer’s image
the elephant in the room or my skeletons in the closet

now i lay me down to sleep,
i pray the lord, my soul to keep
wake me up before i’m dead
don’t bury me with monsters in my head
monsters in my head
with monsters in my head
and underneath the bed
underneath the bed

i always see ‘em out the corner of my eye
scared to death to fully see ‘em but i try
i just wanna ask ‘em why they follow me around
and they reply when i hear a sound
or they walk by and give me a chill i can’t explain
it feels so strange is that a high
my anxiety’s at an all time high
one second i’m good than i flip a switch
then i’m thinkin’ i might die
these ? spells are so annoying
from the outside looking in
y’all thinkin’ i’m enjoying myself
i need help man, i’m destroying every positive force
with all these negative thoughts
how can i find happiness when i can’t remember this loss
i do so many temporary things
that smile for just a minute
hat low but not for style i’m tryna hide under my fitted dog
it’s wild you wouldn’t get it
try my best to make everybody laugh
but that’s just a disguise i’m really timid
somebody make these feelings go away
forget it, that’s my problem, ya’ll go ‘head
i hate these monsters in my head

now i lay me down to sleep,
i pray the lord, my soul to keep
wake me up before i’m dead
don’t bury me with monsters in my head
monsters in my head
with monsters in my head
and underneath the bed
underneath the bed

it’s lights out like where the amish stay
pa, you can’t tax me
i’m like wesley snipes in a southern state
i’m a survivin’ walkin’ oxymoron
obviously i can say that i am alive
and i’m tryna die this way
ya’ll on your faggot shit
i’m on my draggin’ my magnum clip
with monsters in my head like irv and magic dick
niggas dessert me like eating after the entrée
but i’ma keep it 3 thousand like after the andre
i’ve adapted to a private life
yeah right, you saying that is like sayin’
i’m shooting dice on a floor made out of dice
i made out alive, this chaotic life
i just figured just quit giving dick to trick bitches and stay out of fights
but i’m on my high snortin’
you see this monster ball is like seeing halle berry and billy bob thornton
it’s fucking classic
as far as rap, i wish i could wrap it in plastic
and stick it up your fucking asses
i’m a monster (monster, monster…)

now i lay me down to sleep,
i pray the lord, my soul to keep
wake me up before i’m dead
don’t bury me with monsters in my head
monsters in my head
with monsters in my head
and underneath the bed
underneath the bed

take heed to what i’m giving you
beefin’ is habitual
he just ridicules wants me in critical
will appease and get rid of you
maybe what i seek is biblical
the scars are internal and the bleeding is invisible
got a friend named depression, a pill i take to relax him
but when he regurgitates the aches you couldn’t fathom
got a few talents but looking for a new challenge
i’ll let you walk in my shoes once i find a new balance
with faith i stay in peace, for i know every man’s equal
so i’m playing with the monsters like a space jam sequel
give ‘em two choices,
since they wanna do the least, tell ‘em get off my dick or renew the lease
persevere though my bed is corrupt
expect i give up when left to destruct
but i give less than a fuck
sit back comfortably, react to they want with me
the bright side is that they keeping an insomniac company

now i lay me down to sleep,
i pray the lord, my soul to keep
wake me up before i’m dead
don’t bury me with monsters in my head
monsters in my head
with monsters in my head
and underneath the bed
underneath the bed

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[intro: eminem]
welcome to detroit
this is the bet shady 2.0 cypher, 2011
myself, slaughterhouse, and yelawolf

white dog, get em!

[verse 1: yelawolf]
put these muthafuckas in a box and i send em away
put em in a gray 'lac and pop the trunk
and throw em in the back, jack
ha, dig em a grave
put a brick inside that ? when i put em in a page
moving keys i can relate, cause i live in the cage
i throw up the a, i take em to school, i give them a grade
an easy e for effort, that's the wwa
white with an attitude, alphabet soup is on my plate
all i got is z's they sleepin' on me, i can't get em awake
i spoon feed em ? room full of deceivers
believe i'm making it rain
cause all they see is the clouds
and i watch from the couch of the vip like a potato
a bunch of meatheads, like fuck it, i'll just feed em a cow
plenty of white boys to pick from this year
but before you pick a pepper
you better pick up your heater
cause even peter piper could pick up a mic
but what it's like to pick a fight with me is like putting nikes on a cheetah
i speed up, released in my ? adidas
i'm out this, drinking sprite by the 2 liter

[verse 2: joe budden]
say i'm from the new school
i'mma say check your tone and watch your mouth
if they teaching how to dougie, then i'm condoning dropping out
forced a while, y'all birthed me then gave me up
i just perfected being hip-hop's foster child
now check it: don't blame y'all for being trash fans of coppin' it
radio's the crime scene, the masses are the hostages
in my youth i'd throw shots, the feds was dodging it
i'm grown: i ain't watching the throne, i'm sabotaging it
you see that 4-headed monster in the storm looms
snipe em from a distance: the scope got a long zoom
you super mario thugs is in the wrong room
gotta figure over here, you won't get bigger if you on shrooms
if it was left to me, i'd revive what the game be about
i done took the wine out of amy house
enough raps from you scrub cats bout cockin' a snub back
wayne couldn't teach me how to love that
but i have this bitch from uptown, she my summer bunny
both parents broke, but she come from money
think my bread is her paper to burn
so i lock her out, and now she doubt david is stern
she's so bad, i make her hit the telly from a taxi
then dead her in the holiday inn, learned that from max b
that's why haters of every kind wanna send me llamas
i made it right before their eyes like i was beni hana
is it me? or is what i'm hearing just pitiful?
airwaves the same, now the stereo's typical
my skin's thick, so the critics ignore it
so unafraid to die, you'd think i did it before
the boys robbin with the trash talk
magical walk with the black ball
way i bounce off the ass forward with cap porsche
glass your, hoodie amass would be the black ? with no passport
body be found in a mansion in one of my trap doors
if punks had award your status or it's categor-
probably be that of awards between michael rappaport & kenny latimore
i know hip hop's alive and well
if it died, you other crews wouldn't survive the smell

[verse 3: crooked i]
i squad a victim, the plot'll thicken when the clock is tickin
i caught him slippin', i gotta give a shot
i hit him with proper spittin
hottest writtens and compositions
so competition's a contradiction, somebody mention they got a crooked
holly ? we probably different, got gotti henchmen
opposition, i'll body quick as bugatti engines
i'm on a mission to get richer
the sickest lyric kickin ?
weak lyricists get disfigured, sip liquor
spit like a sick mixture of notorious, pun, and l
get the big picture?
the poster, i'll roast ya
my mind so deadly it's just like to being as close to a holster
it's over, control my whole coastal region like i'm supposed to
flow is going postal even
open season, heart close to freezin'
ruthless is easy
approach, i'm squeezin', believe me
dopest west coaster breathin'
so most ya hope i'm vegan, nope i'm beefin
rappers need to keep it trill
give me a beat to kill, too many people still eatin' sleepin' pills
people sleepin' on my ether skills
ay, y'all ain't even real
you bout to die in this cypher
before you die, you should do the jada and leave a will

[verse 4: joell ortiz]
i ain't a rap dude, i'm a dude who rap
before this, i was moving crack
killers y'all become when y'all rhyme i salute and dap
and if i blink then remove your snaps
you ain't cool, you whack with your foolish act
skinny jeans don't mean yo ass shoot, it means your booty claps
don't play like tyler perry
this the slaughterhouse of pain
flow brown, tight, and heavy
when it come to 16s, i'm a feign
seen in the studio near a needle with a mean lean
probably writing bars that ? gettin my yaowa on
man, all these olajuwons, we the dream team
this is an all day slaughter
they feigning for us to break like beyonce's water
the four quarters doing all the eating
and ya'll gotta know why i made the cut, i'm puerto rican
ortiz keep they fire ready
and trying to put me out's like trying to steal a transvestite from eddie

[verse 5: royce da 5'9"]
i'm do or die dope and you can make the sticker sittin
on the door of that phantom, your suicide note
hi rihanna.. is nicki living with you?
let me know so i can buy binoculars and telescopes
hi rihanna.. i don't need to know you better
you tell me you love my music again? we go together
bye rihanna.. now back to y'all fools
we rock out like the outside of a guitar school
thousand dollar frames, i prefer to see the world through
don't ask me nothing about budden, i beat my girl too
you ask me why i keep her, i say it's cheaper to
that's why i ride around in a rolls like wiz khalifa do
rappers i'm your daddy, i tell you straight as this
you don't kill, but your father will like jayden smith
i tell you like i tell my spanish chick
you fly, but i ain't going down on no hairy shit
so get your wax on like daniel san
or i'mma have to run like de la hoya in drag when cameras come
(?)
bring every deceased rapper back to see his wife
while i'm having sex with jessica alba via skype
(?)
this is what 2 million albums sold, the album is gold
look like without having to sell your soul

[verse 6: eminem]
wait, can i rap?

lyrical miracle spiritual individual criminal subliminal
in your swimming pool

you about to see beasts destroy
it'll never be restored
when i unleash these beastly hordes on your cd stores
wanna stop it? you gon' need a priests, at least three swords
a license to ill from the beastie boys, three ouija boards
a squeegee and please be warned, do ask what the squeegee's for
or the holy water, acid raps that'll eat these floors
eat a whole in a rhyme book, do you see these horns?
and as for me you ask when im gone "will he be mourned?"
is puke luke warm? should casey anthony do porn?
can that chick fit a new born
dead baby inside a frickin' shoebox with a shoehorn
and smother it in chloroform so she can go get her groove on?
can she duct tape and velcro a fetus?
joell, yela, tell joe i need his
empty box from his old shell toed adidas
so i can put these babies in the fetal position, to give elbows to the penis
yeah big deal
i took some little kids big wheel and spit in his firggin big kids meal
quit tryna bite me and pinch me, sit still
did you just put your six inch heel through my benz windsheild?!
is it dust we bout to kick up?
can yelawolf fit a fifth of rum in a big cup
between in stick shift in his friggin' pickup
and drink like a hick redneck hill billy will til he gets hiccups!?
flippin' the script up
like mike vick gettin' his junk bit by a pit, yup, i'mma sick pup
id be a horrible magician, cause i'll fuck a trick up
fix your lips up to say somethin' fly, or zip up
a b, lets c, you said you were gonna do x y z
till you fuck around and get dropped like an e
when you add an i-n-g
do put a k in front of that though, when i mc
i'm not the king of the microphone booth, its more like a phone booth
superman in this bitch, kryptonite won't do
it gives me more power, i bump the fat boys
and eat rat poison, take meteor showers
fresh outta the mental hospital
and me not flossin' a middle finger while i hop in a mosh pit'll
be like nas doin' gospel or r&b... you crazy?
me pushin' them daises? that thought is impossible
is it flashin' across the news, pastor ? was caught with a prostitute
with a huge johnson, boobs, and a monstrous tube of lube
and a bra, some boots, some panties, and a aqua blue monster
swallowin' a popsicle, playing tonsil pool
so kill the rumors it ain’t happenin', i’m a rap till i’m fossil fuel

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[hook: claret jai]
we’re so furiously dangerous

[verse 1: ludacris]
death by lyrical injection
i kill you rappers
a lot of green with a yellow complexion
women call me the green bay packer
i pack the zero’s
meaning mucho deniro
so paid, rappers is waitin’ on trades and they all get knicked like melo
hello, luda!
tell theses other boys double up
‘cause i got some work all on my waist but i call it a tummy tuck
my every records jumpin’, or playin’ double dutch
i shit on rappers every verse just got the bubble guts

[verse 2: joe budden]
let me tell this to the people not understandin’ my moxy
animal, watch me
if you think it’s ?, stop me
but then i hit ‘em with a flow, that they can’t even copy
see, we don’t play that
where i’m from it’s like fantasy hockey
sup with the dog, thugs want a war
bad jean, what you want to trade slugs with ‘em for
while you cuffin’ em more, i’m stuffin’ the jaw
illegal for you to reworking kevin love on the board, dog?
you and your skills ? on my squad
i put you on a crash course in a smart car
going speeding not relying on the brake pad
the car you still drive on the race track
so you lying bout your feelings and the maybach?
a ghost tail for the phantoms, face facts?
we ruin hip hop, slaughterhouse and payback
in the shape of a tatt, you done faded to black
go…

[hook: claret jai]

[verse 3 - royce da 5'9'']
i went from eating top ramen to being top rhymer
check full of commas
no regrets except for the drama
i remember a time when my only perfection was my momma
my mind in the wrong direction
now it’s time ya bow down in ?
writ in my honour cause bitch i’m bonker, plural
in a whip with my ivanka, pompous? girl
she on e, feeling on me, singing on key
while i’m bumping we are the world
got a sniff from britney, no he didn’t did he
“we run this town”
no he didn’t did he
i feel like tinting the glass,
you take a sip with me
she from the city of jackson
i call her mississippi, that was pretty witty
demand like a black man tryna get re-elected
he aint get it, did he?

[hook: claret jai]

[joell ortiz]
? to the pedal
pedal to the floor
just whippin’ it through the ghetto
metal in the door, case i gotta throw some lead into ya, boy
referee mind state, i’m settling the score
i don’t know what ya’ll hating for
wait, wait, know what, matter fact
i don’t know what you’re waiting for
i aint finna say nothing, turn the bass up more til the speakers pop
i get a kick outta that, like a sneakers spot
see i was a little kid with his thumbs in his ears
and his tongue in his ear going na-na-na-nah-naaar
just when you think it stop na-na-na-nah-naaar
everything i speak is hot
but bont be mad at least everything you speak is…
i can’t think of nothing nice to say, you’re not nice okay

[crooked i]
rapper, hustler, entrepreneur
my shit fly like i’m launching manure
lord of the underground, god of the saw
on hennessy black, ? to the jaw
yeah i’m off the block
this aint work, call me “i’m off the block”
i’m a syllable, hannibal, killer cannibal
with a mechanical manual to deliver the flammable ammo
lyrical and i’m off the top
rep that west till i walk with pac
we the 2.0 boys, quick fricken joe boys
new gold rolls royce, fall off the lot
cock me, the only way you can stop me
i’m top seed, i pop green at my speed
so watch me, if you haven’t seen the phenomenom
i speak fast as lamborghini’s in ramadan

[hook]

[outro]
i suggest you shut it down
pack your ‘ish and turn around
because tonight, we run this town
so let your feet, still swiftly hit the ground

[ludacris]
we too dangerous for the world

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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)

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

(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

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

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

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Oh
Told you

(Royce da 5'9')

Ryan’s a homicidal misfit
I write the solution to biophysics
On the side of a cliff in some hieroglyphics
This my admission to having violent psychotic
Quick devour polish it, politics
By the way I’m higher than the Eiffel Tower tip
I like writin’, but I will stick this pencil in your ass before I bite your shit
Pause, inhalin’ hella kush
Us and Yelawolf like a heavy foot gas pedal push
Felons, crooks, goin’ door-to-door like we sellin’ books
Dolly Parton style, melons mushed
Now my bitch a dancer, I’m ’bout as sick as cancer
If you could swallow my style, you’d prob’ly rip your pants off
If you could bottle my style and sell it to somebody
It prob’ly’ll smell like cologne made out of bits of panther
They call me Anchorman, I hold down the ship
Leave you niggas floatin’ in water, then go and drown a fish
Fuck, I’m fuckin’ heinous, I make you fuckin’ famous
Them lead showers is comin’, fuck is you sayin’?

(Eminem)

Fuck, it’s fuckin’ rainin’! Shit, there’s lightning!
Bitch, it’s thunderin’, ’cause I’m hustlin’ up a storm if you wonderin’
Shit (Shit), you couldn’t muster up enough thought
To take a dump during a brain fart, jump if you want
Urine in your face, all you had to do was say
That you wish you would’ve just stayed pissed off in the first place
We came to monopolize the game, Illuminati is here
Yeah, human oddities, at odds with us, your squad’s gotta be
‘Cause we started out cold in a snowball, we froze
Soon as we rolled up on these hoes, all’s we know
Is y’all lowered like bar like limbo, you know who you are
So quit fuckin’ the dog ‘fore we start callin’ you bizarre
Shit, screw the pooch? Y’all done raped a pit bull
Fell in love with the shih-tzu, this missile’s directed directly at you
And this for these hoes who don’t know me from a can of paint
You must be huffin’, fuck a ballsack, if the taints cain’t
Take you on a date, you mistake me for a gentleman
You 2000 and late, man, and Will I ain’t, I’m the bad guy
Type of guy that’ll drag five girls up on stage
Pour ice in their pants, and the first one who pees gets a black eye

(Eminem)

Must be outta your mind, you think you fuckin’ with us
Suck on these nuts, bitch, hang it up, this game is over

(Joell Ortiz)

Puffin’ loosies, watchin’ I Love Lucy with Gary Busey
(Crazy!) How the fuck could you son me? (I’m Shady!)
Will there ever come a day when they could slay me?
I don’t know, fifth month, black and yellow insect, maybe
‘Til then I kill the bad man tryna slay me
Everything you kick weak, your spit kung fugazi (Hi-ya!)
All my homeboys, 2.0 Boys
Nickle, I just picked up a Phantom, look how it rolls, Royce!
Even if I wanted to quit, I ain’t got no choice
Verses keep comin’, I should invoice my own voice
You should see the kind of asses that my pole hoist
Hoes be like diamonds in your chain, man, so moist
Bang bang, bang bang, House Gang, chainsaw
Here to kill you pussies, don’t ask what we came for
I write ’til my right arm veins sore
Forearm feel like Thor’s arm in a gang war
You hear that (YAOWA), you know who finna file out
Definitively finish you, my fist stick out that eyeball
Piranha mentality wit’ a Jaws bite all night
Comin’ up, never saw light, but never lost sight

(Joe Budden)

Jets and movers, cesspoolers, meth abusers
You step to us, text Rugers to respect the shooters
My men think in sync, roll with the best crew
Move to the beat of the same drum without Lex Luger
Welcome to Nayhood, big in the ‘jects, G
Cheated death multiple times without riggin’ the deck
So I’m well-prepped if you just want war
There’ll be blood everywhere, you be layin’ on the Louboutin floor
It’s raw, you keepin’ actin’ like you don’t know Mouse, nigga
And you gon’ need the best doctors, House, nigga
Guard your jewels and avoid large tools
‘Cause after I spill you at the light, you be in a car pool
Keep your distance from idiots, ’cause the truth told
They food for thought’s rotten, they gems are fool’s gold
Need results from my actions, mistakes I’ll exonerate
I’m Martin King starin’ at a picture of Obama’s face
Talkin’ funds, niggas ain’t never seen stock
I don’t need the key to the game, I pick a mean lock

Must be outta your mind, you think you fuckin’ with us
Suck on these nuts, bitch, hang it up, this game is over

(Crooked I)

Takeoff
You invited inside of the mind of a psychotic rhymer
I’m kind of a (Dahmer!), I’m grindin’ up rappers
I’m linin’ up jackers, I’m climbin’ up ladders
I buy enough clappers to retire you factors, fire at drama
You liars and actors, I’m the genuine article
But read me wrong, get my gun and split you to particles
(The gold hand) Tell me when and I’m there
Not only heir to the throne, but my chair is suspended in air
Stay fly like a limited fare
You got us pegged wrong, my circle don’t fit in with squares
I smell shit and piss, know where it’s comin’ from
You stepped on number two just to be number one
Now I’ma step on you, bring it to yo’ yard
Bogart for arts, we go hard
You frauds just blow hard like broads, I coast guard the west
I’m Mozart, I compose dark shit with no heart

(Yelawolf)

I got no Jim Beam in the liver
Gettin’ head like clean clippers, wit’ haters on my dick like a jeans zipper
When I throw up 16s like I drink liqour
You think you seen sick? Well, bitch, you ain’t seen sicker
Then I’ll crack, and then I’ll hop around in a hospital gown
Poppin’ the trunk, my pumper stay cockin’ the round
I shit logs and I piss river brown
‘Cause I drink creek water and spit the river Nile
And that’s as close as I get to a pyramid
Shit, they think I’m Illuminati, so fuckin’ ignorant
Sick with a grin, here with this pen, so innocent
But when you win, they say you a sin, but in the end
They jump on the bandwagon and dance to the band playin’
Skinny-ass pants saggin’, it’s only yourself you playin’
Call me a clown, but you love where the clown’s hangin’
And the freakshow’s at the county carnival, then you payin’
Bitch, I’m on a trapeze with no legs in the dark
Yellin’ “Go Shady!” Drivin’ slower than an old lady
In an old ’89, no piece if you pay me
Gimme peace sign on my grill, no Mercedes
I’m gettin’ paid for these shows that I throw lately
Same shows a year ago woulda broken most of you crazies
They call me crazy ’cause I made it
Bitch, you crazy ’cause you quit, look at my clique lately
You ain’t fuckin’ wit’ Budden, you ain’t got no choice with Royce
You don’t wanna see the Crooked I, well, listen to Ortiz voice
That dirt road hit the 8 Mile, the Point-Oh Boys
And if Marshall want me to clap, then, homie, I deploy
Game over

(Eminem)

(Yo, I don’t think they heard you, tell ‘em again)

Game over

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