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Loud noises | Life handed me lemons | I jump back into public eye
Loud noises Life handed me lemons I jump back into public eye And squirted lemon juice in it By now you just wish I'd fucking die But I electrify, get electrocuted Executed by the execution Of my flow too quick for the human eye To detect zooming by Guess who, what's happening 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 who's back to antagonize You don't like it? You can eat shit Fuck off, little faggot and die You right back like a magnet on my dick Grabbing 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 Girl, my headspace is limited Ain't even room in the back of my mind That's why I ain't thinking about you I don't got time and I told you a thousand times So how can I find the time To put an alkaline battery in Royce's back And at the same time put juice in mine? Goddamnit, Slaughterhouse is signed Slaughterhouse I'm a menace villain, my pen is sitting spilling My lyrics killing Then I let you witness shit when it hit the ceiling A nigga's willing to give the listeners the sickest feeling Like mixing some Benadryl and penicillin Then I'm filling the clip With a written Can you picture my pistol drilling? A million women and children When I'm illing 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 bombing the populous? Shock the metropolis Hostile as a kid popping the Glock at his moms And his pops then he hops in his drop With his iPod rocking his slaughterish I write with confidence Write like a columnist slash novelist I'm in this game to demolish Establish my dominance over prominent rappers You popping 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 Slaughterhouse Lyrically I'm a cocaine Altoid ability So 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 talking about my big dick? The other day me and your 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 Shake Weight I swear to irony of Ryan Is I am bipolar while I'm rhyming Standing beside a big old, big old white bear Neither one of us fight fair You are literally looking at Woody and Wesley In a movie with a 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 coming for you I'm a big old, big old nightmare Nigga, this the slaughter stepping up I'll pretty much slap your ass And tell you to shut the fuck up After that I'll slap your ass again And tell you to shut the fuck up Shutting up And that's how you body a fucking beat, goodbye Slaughterhouse Uh, I should be the one that goes slow Nah, get a stopwatch, clock my flow Hit the button on top, watch the jaw drop Oh, oh, da, da, oh, oh, yao wah When I drop I go outer space Blackout like Darth Vader's face Placed in a molten shower Say something and get them proper Mama, poppa pouring out vodka Mama mia 'em pass me the scissors There's visitors in the Slaughterhouse casa Better get boy go home Better jet boy G4 chrome Better jet boy, Mark Sanchez, Santonio Holmes I'm not your any old homeboy Sitting in the lab, picking up a pad I be spitting bad, I'ma get you mad with this gift I have Little ducks suffering succotash when the trigger blast I'ma put your beak on your fitted hat Where the 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 living at? New York, here's a piggy back 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 Stuff my cheeks with rough beats and shit You done, weak, I'm the one, kapeesh, yeah Slaughterhouse Uh, insane what they call us, I ain't married to the game But you probably shouldn't have came to the altar Every bar like propane for the sawed-off You should've hang and they'll fault ya Eminem, Mr. Porter, slaughter my sentiments Eminent torture all of you feminine marauders They're swimming that water, men will assault ya Tommy's and bats that resemble Lasorda Kidnap your trembling daughter At least a quarter Of my I'ma menacing supporters It's got an aura more like Sodom and Gomorrah Normally something's wrong with me Blame it on quantity of the porn I see on the pawns to me When I fix the game y'all think shit 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 missing is heels to be RuPaul Ain't nobody that's real ever knew y'all And I'm second to none and I'm dealing with marshall Your time never comes, now deal with the blue balls You ain't gotta fear me but you'll respect me Niggas who never met me Threaten me want to Gillette me Coming to sword fight against a machete Swinging spaghetti like it's heavy Some said he deserve an ESPY In a Chevy like Andretti Put the dezzy where his chest be Slaughterhouse
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