Loud Noises
[Eminem]
Life handed me lemons, I jump back in the public eye
Squirted lemon juice in it, by now you just wish I'd fuckin die
But I electrify, get electrocuted, executed by
the executioner, my flow too quick for the human eye to detect zoomin by
{*vocal scratches*} Gue-guess who? What's happenin guy?
They told me to shit, I fell off that pot, hopped right back on that crapper
and I
said fuck it with a capital I, look who's back to antag-i-gonize
You don't like it? You can eat shit, fuck off little faggot and die
You right back like a maggot on my dick grabbin at my
shit better get to the back of the line
You wanna get your shot at me? What kind of 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 his stinky twat and go... {*lllalllalllallla!*}
Girl my head space is limited, ain't even room in the back of my mind
It's why I ain't thinkin about you, I don't got time and I 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? Goddamn it, Slaughterhouse is SIGNED!
[Crooked I]
... SLAUGHTERHOUSE!!
I'm a - menace villian, my pen is sittin spillin
My liver's killin, then I let you witness shit when it hit the ceilin
A nigga's willin to give the listeners the sickest feelin
Like mixin some Benadryl and penicillin then I'm fillin
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 populace?
Shock the metropolis, hostile as a kid, poppin a 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 prominant rappers, you poppin shit to your opposite
I could spit ominous so spit politics
Now I'm Haile Selassie, Gandhi and 'Pac of this hip-hop genre BITCH!
... SLAUGHTERHOUSE!!
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Lyrically I'm a cocaine Altoid
Ability told brain it's a no-brain bout boy
Physically I'm literally a cocaine cowboy, wait-wait
Did I just go almost four bars without talkin about my big dick?
The other day me and yo' thick bitch had a great date 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 - the irony of Ryan
is I am bi-polar while I'm rhymin standin beside a BIG OL' (big ol') 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, nowhere cause I'm here
Nigga I'm on fire, yeah, and I'm every bitch's dream
One, two, I'm comin for you; I'm a BIG OL' (big ol') NIGHTMARE!
Nigga this 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! (fuckin beat)
[Crooked I]
... SLAUGHTERHOUSE!!
[Joell Ortiz]
Uhh, I should be the one that goes slow - nah, get a stopwatch clock my flow
Hit the button on top, watch your jaw drop, oh oh, that's that yo
Yaowa - when I drop I go outer space
Blackout like Darth Vader's face placed in a molten shower
Say somethin and get them proper, momma poppa pourin out vodka
Mama Mia, Em pass me the seeds, it's diseases in this Slaughterhouse casa
Better yet boy go home, better yet boy G4 chrome
Better +Jet+ boy Mark Sanchez, Santonio Holmes, I'm NOT your any old homeboy
Sittin in a lab, pickin up a pad, I be spittin bad
I'ma get you mad with this gift I have
Lord duck sufferin succotash when the trigger blast
I'ma put your beak on your fitted hat (RRRRAT!)
Where the liquor at? Sippin 'gnac, bad bitch and a vicious track I rel-idid-ax
Sly Pro Tools to boast, Joe smooth I coast to the West like we're tired of
livin at
New York is a piggyback ride to the motherland, 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 want a piece, I want it all baby boy, I don't wanna eat
I wanna feast up my cheeks with rough beats of shit
You dumb weak, I'm the one, capishe? (Yaowa)
[Crooked I]
... SLAUGHTERHOUSE!!
[Joe Budden]
Uhh, insane what they call us
I ain't married to the game but you probably shouldn'ta came to the altar
Every bar like propane for the sawed-off, you try to hang and it fault ya
Eminem, Mr. Porter, Slaughter, my sentiments emminent torture
All off ya feminine marauders, that's women at war, the men will assault ya
+Tommy's+ and bats that resemble Lasorda
Kidnap your tremblin daughter, at least a quarter
I'm administerin supporters, got a aura more like Sodom and Gomorrah
Normally somethin's wrong with me, blame on the quantity of the porn I see
On a pause to me, when I fix the game y'all think shit came with a warranty
How the fuck 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 you missin is heels to be RuPaul, ain't nobody that's real ever
knew y'all
Second to none and I'm dealin with Marshall this time
I never come down, deal with the blue balls
You ain't gotta fear me but you'll respect me, niggaz who never met me
threaten me, wanna Gillette me, comin up soft, I got some machetes
Swingin speghetti like it's heavy, some said he deserves an ESPY
In a Chevy like Andretti, put the desi where his chest be
[Crooked I]
... SLAUGHTERHOUSE!!
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