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[Intro: Brick Tamland]

LOUD NOISES!!!!


[Verse 1: Eminem]

Life handed me lemons, I jumped back in the the public eye

And squirted lemon juice in it, by now you just wish I’d fuckin’ die

But I electrify, get electrocuted executed by

the execution of my flow too quick for the human eye to detect zoomin’ by

Choom chigga choom choom choom choom waa guess who what’s happenin’ guys?

They told me to shit I fell off that pot hoped right back up on that crapper and I

Said fuck "it" with a capital I, look whose back to antag-g-onize

You don’t like it you can eat shit fuck off, little faggot and die

You’re right back like a magnet on my dick grabbin’ at my, shit better get to the back of the line

If you wanna get your shot at me what kinda crap is that? Battle, what kind of rapper would I

be? ’fore I let another rapper think he’s hot, I’ll bury my face in a stinky twat and go ah ladle lah laddie la ladle lah

Girl my head space is limited ain’t even room in the back of my mind

So I ain’t even thinking about you, I don’t got time I done told you a thousand times

So how could I find the time to put an alkaline

battery in Royce's back and at the same time put juice in mine? God damn it Slaughterhouse is signed!


[Voice: Crooked I]

SLAUGHTERHOUSE!


[Verse 2: Crooked I]

I’m a menace, villain my pen is sick and spillin’ my lyrics killin’

Then I let you witness shit when it hit the ceiling

A niggas willin’ to give the listeners the sickest feelin’, like mixin’ some Benadryl and penicillin then I’m fillin’

a the clip with a written, can you picture my pistol drillin’

A million women and children when I’m illin’ 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 bombin’ the populous

Shock the metropolis hostile as a kid poppin’ his glock at his

moms and his pops then he hops in his drop with his iPod rockin’ his

slaughterish documentation of lyrics I write with confidence

Write like a columnist slash novelist

I’m in this game to demolish it, establish my dominance

Over prominent rappers you poppin’ shit to ya opposite

I can spit ominous so spit politics

Now I’m Haile Selassie, Gandhi and Pac of this hip hop genre bitch!


[Voice]


[Verse 3: Royce]

Lyrically I’m a cocaine Altoid

Ability so brain it’s a no brain bow, 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 and walked and then she tried to jack me off

But she lost cuz she couldn’t handle my Shake Weight

I swear, the irony of Ryan is I am bi-polar while I’m rhymin’ standing beside a big ole, big ole white bear

Neither one of us fight fair

You are literally lookin’ at Woody and Wesley in a movie where the white boy ain’t got to jump no where, cuz I’m here

Nigga I’m on fire

Yeah, and I am every bitches dream one two, I’m comin for you, I’m a big ole, big ole nightmare

Nigga dis the slaughter step it up

I’ll pretty much slap yo ass and tell you to shut the fuck up

After that I’ll slap yo ass again and tell you to shut the fuck up shuttin’ up

And that’s how you body a fuckin beat, goodbye


[Voice]


[Verse 4: Joell Ortiz]

I should be the one that go slow

Nah, get a stop watch clock my flow hit the button on top and watch your jaw drop oh, oh

da-da oh, yaowa

When I drop I go outer space

Black out like Darth Vader’s face, placed in a molten shower say

something and get done proper, mama poppa pourin’ out vodka

Mama Mia, Em pass me the scissors there’s visitors in the Slaughterhouse casa

Better jet boy go home, better jet boy G4 chrome

better Jet boy Mark Sanchez, Santonio Holmes I’m not yo any old homeboy just

Sittin’ in the lab pickin’ up a pad I be spittin’ bad, I’ma get you mad wit this gift I have

little cucks, sufferin’ sickatash when the trigger blast I’ma put your break on your fitted hat

R-r-r tat where da liquor at? Sip a yac bad bitch and a vicious track

I relididax, slide pro-tools to both, so smooth I coast, to the West like where Crooked I livin’ at?

New York, here’s a piggy back ride to mother land, hold on brother man

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 wanna piece

I want it all baby boy I don’t wanna eat I want to feast

Stuff my cheeks with rough beats and shit you done, weak, I’m the one, capisce?


[Verse 5: Joe Budden]

Insane what they call us, how you married to the game butchu probably shouldn’t of came to the alter?

Every bar like propane for the sawed-off you shoulda hang and they’ll fault ya’

Eminem Mr. Porter, slaughter my sentiments eminent torture, all of ya

feminine marauders, they’re swimmin’ that water men will assault ya, tommys and bats to resemble Lasorda

Kidnap your trembling daughter, at least a quarter of my I’ma menacing supporters

It’s gotta aura more like Sodom and Gomorrah

Normally something’s wrong wit’ me, blame it on the quantity of the I see the pawns to me

When I fix the game y’all think shits came with a warranty

How the fuck are they gonna stop what I was 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 he missin’ is heels to be RuPaul

Ain’t nobody that’s real every knew y’all

And I’m second to none and I’m dealin’ with bums whose time never comes, now deal with the blue balls

You ain’t gotta fear me but you respect me niggas who never met me

Threaten me wanna Gillete me, comin’ to sword fight against a machete swingin’ spaghetti like it’s heavy

Some said deserve an ESPY in a Chevy like Andrettu

Put the desi where his chest be


[Voice] 

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