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点击复制Loud Noises (Album Version|Explicit) - Bad Meets Evil/Slaughterhouse
Life handed me lemons
I jump back into the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it
By now you just wish I'd f**king die but I electrify
Get electrocuted executed by an executioner of my flow too quick for the
Human eye to detect zooming by
Guess who what's happening guys
They told me to sh*t I fell off that pot
Hopped right back up on that crapper and I
Said f**k you with a capital I
Look who's back to antagonize
You don't like it you can eat sh*t f**k off little faggot and die
You right back like a maggot on
My dick grabbing at my sh*t better get to
The back of the line
You wanna get your shot at me what kinda crap is that
Battle what kind of rapper would I be before I let another rapper think
He's hot
I'll bury my face in his stinky twat and go alalalala
Girl my head space 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 sh*t when it hit the ceiling
The niggas 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 the slaughterish
Documentation and lyrics 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 sh*t till you opposite
I can spit ominous so spit politics now I'm haile selassie gandhi and pac
Of this hip hop genre b**ch
Slaughterhouse
Lyrically I'm a coc*ine altoid
Ability told brain it's a no brain bout boy
Physically I'm literally a coc*ine cowboy
Wait wait did I just go almost four bars without talking about my big
Dick
The other day me and your thick b**ch
Had a great day 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 sh*t wait I sweared
Irony of ryan is I am bipolar while I'm rhyming standing beside a 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 no where cause I'm here
Ni**a I'm on fire yeah and I'm every b**ch's dream
One two I'm coming for you I'm a big old big old nightmare
Ni**a this the slaughter stepping up
I'll pretty much slap your a** and tell you to shut the f**k up
After that I'll slap your a** again and tell you to shut the f**k up
Shutting up
And that's how you body a f**king beat
Slaughterhouse
I should be the one that goes slow
Get a stopwatch clock my flow
Hit the button on top watch the ** drop
O o dot dot o yaowa
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 seeds
It's slaughterhouse better yet boy go home better yet boy
Better jet boy mark sanchez santanio holmes
I'm not just any old homeboy
Sitting in a lab picking up a pad
I be spitting bad I'mma get you mad with this gift I have
Lord duck sufferin succatash when the trigger blast I'mma put your beak on
Your fitted hat
Where the liquor at sip of yak
That bitchh and a vicious track
Sly pro tools to boast joe smooth
I coast to the west like we're tired of
Living at
New york here's a piggyback ride to the motherland
Hold on brotherman 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 rough piece of sh*t
You done weak I'm the one capiche
Slaughterhouse
Insane what they call us
How you married to the game but you probably shouldn't have came to the
Altar
Every bar like propane for the sawed off using to forge you
Eminem mr porter slaughter my cinnamons emminent torture
All of you feminine marauders that's women at war
Men will assault you time is a bastard symbol of sorter
Kidnap your trembling daughter at least a quarter
I'm administering supporters got an aura more like sodom and gomorrah
Normally something's wrong with me
Claiming a quantity of the porn I see on the pause to me
When I fix the game they'll think sh*t came with a warranty
How the f**k are they gonna stop when I was born to be
Corner me sh*t belong to me two choices you can get along with me
Or sit your faggot a** right there in dormancy
Wait all you missing is heels to be rupaul
Ain't nobody that's real ever knew y'all
Second to none and I'm dealing with marshall
This time I never come down 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 gillete me
Coming off soft I got some machetes
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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