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[Intro:]<br /> Check the scene, pappas<br /> Slaughterhouse, still standin<br /> There was a murder last night<br /> and the shit didn't really sit right with me<br /> So I had to tell a story<br /> Ohhhhhhhhh baby!<br /> Blood on the walls, {?}[Joe Budden]<br /> America's worst nightmare, ahead by light years<br /> Hip-Hop's only shining star in the night's air<br /> Right here, don't fight fair, what I write yeah<br /> Might there, throw 'em off like they Bobby Knight's chair<br /> I been where you tryin to be, I'm already hot<br /> All about cake, Betty Crock' and spit ready rock<br /> They know my bar came venom in a bezzie rock<br /> Kicked from fight club, outfit from Eddie Brock<br /> I'm goin for the kill, focused on a steady plot<br /> John Wilkes the Booth like when he dead aimed his nezzie shot<br /> You listenin to hip-hop's finest<br /> You rewind this, Slaughterhouse behind this[Joell Ortiz]<br /> I like rap, this shit is cool, I'm better than mad niggaz<br /> But I'm just as good a crack pitcher as a pad ripper<br /> I say that to say this<br /> Don't let mad liquor turn me to a bodybag zipper and not a ad-libber<br /> Couple joints ago I was right on that ave wit'cha<br /> Mad bigger than the cats David Tyree had last winter<br /> I'm not a made-up character<br /> That's a Puerto Rican Brooklynite with two kids y'all see in them mag pictures<br /> And however I gotta feed 'em I will<br /> All they ever gon' need in life is just, me and my will<br /> Interfere with that it's gon' be more than a beat that I kill<br /> Disrespect with an indirect and you will see if I'm real[Crooked I]<br /> Fuck you blood-suckin parasites<br /> I'm bringin the terror right in front of your parents' sight<br /> You parents' eyes, and yeah I wear a pair of pipes<br /> I wear 'em like Sega like on a pair of thighs<br /> I'm Eric Wright, I'm (Ruthless), I terrorize<br /> You'll either perish or be paralyzed; I'm a thousand degrees Fahrenheit<br /> I'm even keepin them heaters when we perform<br /> On stage rockin like we from Korn, the people roar<br /> What they don't know it's a secret war<br /> inside of a rider I'm seekin revenge on the world for bein born!<br /> And the desert eagle is "mi amor"<br /> She'll fuck you to death, blow your brains, either or cause she a whore[Royce Da 5'9"]<br /> Allow me to reassure your stripe's worthless<br /> Like a pair of Diadora's when it leaves the Adidas store<br /> Don't be comparin us to rappers<br /> Compare us to the Arabs, this a terrorist attack, uh - BOOM!<br /> Lord have mercy, we here to destroy EVERY-thing<br /> You niggaz is butter in front a FUCKIN machete swing<br /> Motherfucker I'm fly, I ain't no scary goon<br /> Try me and I guarantee you I'ma see you very soon<br /> Leave a nigga ass out like Prince, take his bitch<br /> Put my (Graffiti Bridge) right (Under Her Cherry Moon) (woo!)<br /> We notorious, pushin them Porsches<br /> Y'all niggaz the orphans; US, we the warriors[Interlude:]<br /> Ohhhhh, wait a minute papis<br /> Royce, slow down baby[Joe Budden]<br /> This rap shit is a workout on my legs (why?)<br /> A nigga goin hard on his bike but two million dudes is jumpin on the pegs<br /> They know when that raw shit get recorded<br /> Either let your speakers enforce it or lay down in a moshpit<br /> Of course it's the bosses, actin like officers<br /> Runnin in these corporate offices<br /> Hungry lookin for a four-course dish no matter what the cost is<br /> Like the world's lawless so we don't know what remorse is<br /> Cause the V need like a thousand horses<br /> Slaughterhouse hoodie on, that's my new couture shit<br /> It's Jumpoff! He be the best<br /> Computers rank me number 1, blame the BCS<br /> It's they fault nigga[Joell Ortiz]<br /> Ask about your boy, I'm nice with my hands<br /> Maybe that's why, every last thing I write is a jam<br /> Minus the fans, the flights to Japan, I am the man<br /> Anyone who feel they could see me is in dire need of a eye exam<br /> My mind expands wider than the fanbase of a fire band<br /> And what I release from my diaphragm<br /> sticks to you, like the wrists of Spiderman<br /> Fool a average listeners what you liars can do but you will die a scam<br /> When I die they will retire my entire hand<br /> for years of scripted whoop-ass, makin intruders try a can<br /> I guess the moral of the story is Joell's victorious<br /> And e'rything's all gravy like Notorious[Crooked I]<br /> I left a nigga dead cause he said he was ready for I<br /> Let the Beretta give him wings since he said he was fly<br /> I'm in my Chevy ridin to "Bar Exam" and "Mood Muzik"<br /> They the closest to "Reasonable Doubt" and "Ready to Die"<br /> Crooked I, watch for snitches and wire devices<br /> My fo'-fifth, fire in crisis, lift you higher than prices<br /> All my ice, and on the mic, I am the nicest<br /> Me and my bitch ride for life like Osirus and Isis<br /> Yeah, word to Run-D.M.C. I'm (Tougher Than Leather-face)<br /> Never threw a gun in the trash but they call me Weapon Waist<br /> It's like you movin from the projects to the Hamptons<br /> The way my hammers be sendin bastards to a better place[Royce Da 5'9"]<br /> Let me set it straight, they fans been led astray<br /> Niggaz keep gassin with guns with unleaded spray<br /> They don't know they one flow, one medic away<br /> From bein taken away from here in the leaded state<br /> I handle all of my serious issues with metal<br /> I stick you so deep in the earth your zipper can tickle the devil<br /> I'm skippin the pick and the shovel<br /> I'm pickin you up and I'm shovin your head in the mud until your kickings is level<br /> Pardon I live for the moment, you rhymin I give the atonement<br /> like the Indians, I scalp and I wig the opponent (yeah)<br /> But I'm a chief, matter fact I'm a BEAST<br /> I'm a motherfuckin Slaughterhouse G<br /> BOOM!Lyrics provided by TANCODEhttps://damnlyrics.com/" readonly=""/>