Ladies and gentlemen, make some noooooise!
Aww shit, yeah
Y'all ready to get this shit started or what?
Aight, well I brought some friends with me too
Now I ain't back just for the sake of just sayin I'm back
I could relax but I'd rather stack ammo on tracks
Couple Xanax, light a couple wax candles then black
out and relapse 'til I act Jack Daniels and yack
Burp bubbles, attitude's immaturin'
Double shot of Bacardi, party, vision is blurrin
Whoa-oh, I can't see shit, my words get to slurring
Uh-oh! You can call me R. Kelly now, you're in
trouble! What's occurrin before, after, and durin' the show
has no bearing on the bad news I'm baring, whoa
What is it, wordplay? No, I'm pu***n you out the do'
So suck my d**k on the couch if you wanna come on to blow
Now stomp your ****ing feet 'til you get to s****ting a hoe
It's pandemonium standin O when you see him, oh
Damn baby you look good, you're givin me wood
You should, pull over like a sweat-***rt with a hood
It's neck work, get her polly on, you and me both
Now homie who's your favorite pain in the ass?
In other words I got the hood on smash like I stepped on the gas
Destroyed the front end, deployed the damn airbags from the dash
Went through 'em and laughed
Came back an hour after the accident and bit a goddamn Jawbreaker in half!
Slaughterhouse in the house with the caucasian of rap
and Just Blaze on the track, what the ****'s more amazing than that?
I'm right here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers I pry apart you
Lump on your head designed by a bar stool
Designed by a cartoon
Before I need to be hired, Jimmy Io' fire Marshall
The 9 tucked against the linin
I pull it out and flip your partner upside-down like y'all are a couple 69'in
It's like Rick James is shooting up your house, b***h!
**** yo' couch, b***h!
You're screaming **** the world with your middle finger up
While I'm over here shoving my d**k in a hole in the mud
My niggas know I'm perfectly fit for murder
because I murdered her, so you can call me Nickel to O.J. to Glove
I got a Posse of Insane Clowns
Bad, Evil, we go Alfred, immune in mad cerebral
You on your last burrito!
（What that mean Nickel?） It's a wrap if you eatin
Get a beat then terrorize that b***h like a Middle Eastern
Slaughterhouse on FIRE, nobody touchin that
I'm right here in my Nike Airs, Buzz Light-years
ahead of my mic peers, quite scary to look at a niggar
Where my book at? I write fear in the heart of you tight niggas
I harbor the art, of you nice swear （?）
Is that weird cause that made me hotter than my dear
Uncle Al's breath after poli***n off his ninth beer
Homie chill, listen, I swear
I'm God, I give tracks a Holy feel, and they bite ears
I'm right here, why wouldn't I be?
Just waitin to be hooked to IV as （?） well when you look at my pee
And this joint, no exception, so just point a direction
And record the pig's oink, when I rip his intestine
This isn't just an infection
This won't go away with penicillin injections
seems to be non-contagious yet anybody can get it
Aw shit, I did it again, when I lit up this pen
I emitted this phlegm, this time it's alongside Eminem
So tell a friend to tell a friend write a disgustin hook
I take your life to the ninth inning
A knife in the gunfight, I love it, me and my knife winnin
I laugh when you fall, the shit'll be funny
I'll bite my d**k in the ass and watch her sit on my money
then jaw on my d**k and swallow, leave drawers in this Impala
I ball like Iguodala, I bear more arms than six koalas
As soon as I draw, get sent to *****
Bilinguist don, I kill with the tongue, I'm Atilla the Hun
I pillage your village for fun, an egregious con
A syllable gun, real as they come, Long Beach Saddam!
Slaughterhouse equals swine flu, at South Line
We do it to try to do without tryin
（Slaughterhouse!） Cause to it's us it's so easy
Where's, Jumpoff Joe Beezy?
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:03.750]Ladies and gentlemen, make some noooooise!
[00:08.430]
[00:10.300]Aww shit, yeah
[00:13.300]
[00:14.600]Y'all ready to get this shit started or what?
[00:16.720]
[00:18.960]Aight, well I brought some friends with me too
[00:22.150]
[00:24.290]Now I ain't back just for the sake of just sayin I'm back
[00:26.360]I could relax but I'd rather stack ammo on tracks
[00:29.960]Couple Xanax, light a couple wax candles then black
[00:32.580]out and relapse 'til I act Jack Daniels and yack
[00:35.390]Burp bubbles, attitude's immaturin'
[00:37.820]Double shot of Bacardi, party, vision is blurrin
[00:40.630]Whoa-oh, I can't see shit, my words get to slurring
[00:43.250]Uh-oh! You can call me R. Kelly now, you're in
[00:46.060]trouble! What's occurrin before, after, and durin' the show
[00:49.050]has no bearing on the bad news I'm baring, whoa
[00:51.860]What is it, wordplay? No, I'm pu***n you out the do'
[00:54.550]So suck my d**k on the couch if you wanna come on to blow
[00:57.060]Now stomp your ****ing feet 'til you get to s****ting a hoe
[01:00.050]It's pandemonium standin O when you see him, oh
[01:03.090]Damn baby you look good, you're givin me wood
[01:05.470]You should, pull over like a sweat-***rt with a hood
[01:08.340]It's neck work, get her polly on, you and me both
[01:13.950]Now homie who's your favorite pain in the ass?
[01:19.130]In other words I got the hood on smash like I stepped on the gas
[01:22.690]Destroyed the front end, deployed the damn airbags from the dash
[01:25.370]Went through 'em and laughed
[01:26.650]Came back an hour after the accident and bit a goddamn Jawbreaker in half!
[01:33.580]Slaughterhouse in the house with the caucasian of rap
[01:36.200]and Just Blaze on the track, what the ****'s more amazing than that?
[01:39.870]
[01:42.050]I'm right here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers I pry apart you
[01:45.420]Lump on your head designed by a bar stool
[01:47.480]Designed by a cartoon
[01:49.350]Before I need to be hired, Jimmy Io' fire Marshall
[01:52.350]The 9 tucked against the linin
[01:53.720]I pull it out and flip your partner upside-down like y'all are a couple 69'in
[01:57.960]It's like Rick James is shooting up your house, b***h!
[02:00.850]
[02:03.200]**** yo' couch, b***h!
[02:04.630]You're screaming **** the world with your middle finger up
[02:06.880]While I'm over here shoving my d**k in a hole in the mud
[02:09.880]My niggas know I'm perfectly fit for murder
[02:12.060]because I murdered her, so you can call me Nickel to O.J. to Glove
[02:15.430]I got a Posse of Insane Clowns
[02:20.730]Bad, Evil, we go Alfred, immune in mad cerebral
[02:24.850]You on your last burrito!
[02:26.790]（What that mean Nickel?） It's a wrap if you eatin
[02:28.910]Get a beat then terrorize that b***h like a Middle Eastern
[02:31.720]Slaughterhouse on FIRE, nobody touchin that
[02:34.320]
[02:37.010]I'm right here in my Nike Airs, Buzz Light-years
[02:40.000]ahead of my mic peers, quite scary to look at a niggar
[02:43.310]Where my book at? I write fear in the heart of you tight niggas
[02:45.990]I harbor the art, of you nice swear （?）
[02:48.300]Is that weird cause that made me hotter than my dear
[02:50.810]Uncle Al's breath after poli***n off his ninth beer
[02:53.620]Homie chill, listen, I swear
[02:55.800]I'm God, I give tracks a Holy feel, and they bite ears
[02:59.300]I'm right here, why wouldn't I be?
[03:01.230]Just waitin to be hooked to IV as （?） well when you look at my pee
[03:04.850]And this joint, no exception, so just point a direction
[03:07.590]And record the pig's oink, when I rip his intestine
[03:10.290]This isn't just an infection
[03:11.730]This won't go away with penicillin injections
[03:18.150]seems to be non-contagious yet anybody can get it
[03:20.720]Aw shit, I did it again, when I lit up this pen
[03:23.770]I emitted this phlegm, this time it's alongside Eminem
[03:26.380]So tell a friend to tell a friend write a disgustin hook
[03:29.380]
[03:43.940]I take your life to the ninth inning
[03:45.830]A knife in the gunfight, I love it, me and my knife winnin
[03:48.950]I laugh when you fall, the shit'll be funny
[03:51.510]I'll bite my d**k in the ass and watch her sit on my money
[03:56.990]then jaw on my d**k and swallow, leave drawers in this Impala
[03:59.300]I ball like Iguodala, I bear more arms than six koalas
[04:03.040]As soon as I draw, get sent to *****
[04:05.290]Bilinguist don, I kill with the tongue, I'm Atilla the Hun
[04:10.650]I pillage your village for fun, an egregious con
[04:13.280]A syllable gun, real as they come, Long Beach Saddam!
[04:17.090]Slaughterhouse equals swine flu, at South Line
[04:19.650]We do it to try to do without tryin
[04:22.150]（Slaughterhouse!） Cause to it's us it's so easy
[04:24.400]Where's, Jumpoff Joe Beezy?
Ladies and gentlemen, make some noooooise!
Aww shit, yeah
Y'all ready to get this shit started or what?
Aight, well I brought some friends with me too
Now I ain't back just for the sake of just sayin I'm back
I could relax but I'd rather stack ammo on tracks
Couple Xanax, light a couple wax candles then black
out and relapse 'til I act Jack Daniels and yack
Burp bubbles, attitude's immaturin'
Double shot of Bacardi, party, vision is blurrin
Whoa-oh, I can't see shit, my words get to slurring
Uh-oh! You can call me R. Kelly now, you're in
trouble! What's occurrin before, after, and durin' the show
has no bearing on the bad news I'm baring, whoa
What is it, wordplay? No, I'm pu***n you out the do'
So suck my d**k on the couch if you wanna come on to blow
Now stomp your ****ing feet 'til you get to s****ting a hoe
It's pandemonium standin O when you see him, oh
Damn baby you look good, you're givin me wood
You should, pull over like a sweat-***rt with a hood
It's neck work, get her polly on, you and me both
Now homie who's your favorite pain in the ass?
In other words I got the hood on smash like I stepped on the gas
Destroyed the front end, deployed the damn airbags from the dash
Went through 'em and laughed
Came back an hour after the accident and bit a goddamn Jawbreaker in half!
Slaughterhouse in the house with the caucasian of rap
and Just Blaze on the track, what the ****'s more amazing than that?
I'm right here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers I pry apart you
Lump on your head designed by a bar stool
Designed by a cartoon
Before I need to be hired, Jimmy Io' fire Marshall
The 9 tucked against the linin
I pull it out and flip your partner upside-down like y'all are a couple 69'in
It's like Rick James is shooting up your house, b***h!
**** yo' couch, b***h!
You're screaming **** the world with your middle finger up
While I'm over here shoving my d**k in a hole in the mud
My niggas know I'm perfectly fit for murder
because I murdered her, so you can call me Nickel to O.J. to Glove
I got a Posse of Insane Clowns
Bad, Evil, we go Alfred, immune in mad cerebral
You on your last burrito!
（What that mean Nickel?） It's a wrap if you eatin
Get a beat then terrorize that b***h like a Middle Eastern
Slaughterhouse on FIRE, nobody touchin that
I'm right here in my Nike Airs, Buzz Light-years
ahead of my mic peers, quite scary to look at a niggar
Where my book at? I write fear in the heart of you tight niggas
I harbor the art, of you nice swear （?）
Is that weird cause that made me hotter than my dear
Uncle Al's breath after poli***n off his ninth beer
Homie chill, listen, I swear
I'm God, I give tracks a Holy feel, and they bite ears
I'm right here, why wouldn't I be?
Just waitin to be hooked to IV as （?） well when you look at my pee
And this joint, no exception, so just point a direction
And record the pig's oink, when I rip his intestine
This isn't just an infection
This won't go away with penicillin injections
seems to be non-contagious yet anybody can get it
Aw shit, I did it again, when I lit up this pen
I emitted this phlegm, this time it's alongside Eminem
So tell a friend to tell a friend write a disgustin hook
I take your life to the ninth inning
A knife in the gunfight, I love it, me and my knife winnin
I laugh when you fall, the shit'll be funny
I'll bite my d**k in the ass and watch her sit on my money
then jaw on my d**k and swallow, leave drawers in this Impala
I ball like Iguodala, I bear more arms than six koalas
As soon as I draw, get sent to *****
Bilinguist don, I kill with the tongue, I'm Atilla the Hun
I pillage your village for fun, an egregious con
A syllable gun, real as they come, Long Beach Saddam!
Slaughterhouse equals swine flu, at South Line
We do it to try to do without tryin
（Slaughterhouse!） Cause to it's us it's so easy
Where's, Jumpoff Joe Beezy?
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:03.750]Ladies and gentlemen, make some noooooise!
[00:08.430]
[00:10.300]Aww shit, yeah
[00:13.300]
[00:14.600]Y'all ready to get this shit started or what?
[00:16.720]
[00:18.960]Aight, well I brought some friends with me too
[00:22.150]
[00:24.290]Now I ain't back just for the sake of just sayin I'm back
[00:26.360]I could relax but I'd rather stack ammo on tracks
[00:29.960]Couple Xanax, light a couple wax candles then black
[00:32.580]out and relapse 'til I act Jack Daniels and yack
[00:35.390]Burp bubbles, attitude's immaturin'
[00:37.820]Double shot of Bacardi, party, vision is blurrin
[00:40.630]Whoa-oh, I can't see shit, my words get to slurring
[00:43.250]Uh-oh! You can call me R. Kelly now, you're in
[00:46.060]trouble! What's occurrin before, after, and durin' the show
[00:49.050]has no bearing on the bad news I'm baring, whoa
[00:51.860]What is it, wordplay? No, I'm pu***n you out the do'
[00:54.550]So suck my d**k on the couch if you wanna come on to blow
[00:57.060]Now stomp your ****ing feet 'til you get to s****ting a hoe
[01:00.050]It's pandemonium standin O when you see him, oh
[01:03.090]Damn baby you look good, you're givin me wood
[01:05.470]You should, pull over like a sweat-***rt with a hood
[01:08.340]It's neck work, get her polly on, you and me both
[01:13.950]Now homie who's your favorite pain in the ass?
[01:19.130]In other words I got the hood on smash like I stepped on the gas
[01:22.690]Destroyed the front end, deployed the damn airbags from the dash
[01:25.370]Went through 'em and laughed
[01:26.650]Came back an hour after the accident and bit a goddamn Jawbreaker in half!
[01:33.580]Slaughterhouse in the house with the caucasian of rap
[01:36.200]and Just Blaze on the track, what the ****'s more amazing than that?
[01:39.870]
[01:42.050]I'm right here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers I pry apart you
[01:45.420]Lump on your head designed by a bar stool
[01:47.480]Designed by a cartoon
[01:49.350]Before I need to be hired, Jimmy Io' fire Marshall
[01:52.350]The 9 tucked against the linin
[01:53.720]I pull it out and flip your partner upside-down like y'all are a couple 69'in
[01:57.960]It's like Rick James is shooting up your house, b***h!
[02:00.850]
[02:03.200]**** yo' couch, b***h!
[02:04.630]You're screaming **** the world with your middle finger up
[02:06.880]While I'm over here shoving my d**k in a hole in the mud
[02:09.880]My niggas know I'm perfectly fit for murder
[02:12.060]because I murdered her, so you can call me Nickel to O.J. to Glove
[02:15.430]I got a Posse of Insane Clowns
[02:20.730]Bad, Evil, we go Alfred, immune in mad cerebral
[02:24.850]You on your last burrito!
[02:26.790]（What that mean Nickel?） It's a wrap if you eatin
[02:28.910]Get a beat then terrorize that b***h like a Middle Eastern
[02:31.720]Slaughterhouse on FIRE, nobody touchin that
[02:34.320]
[02:37.010]I'm right here in my Nike Airs, Buzz Light-years
[02:40.000]ahead of my mic peers, quite scary to look at a niggar
[02:43.310]Where my book at? I write fear in the heart of you tight niggas
[02:45.990]I harbor the art, of you nice swear （?）
[02:48.300]Is that weird cause that made me hotter than my dear
[02:50.810]Uncle Al's breath after poli***n off his ninth beer
[02:53.620]Homie chill, listen, I swear
[02:55.800]I'm God, I give tracks a Holy feel, and they bite ears
[02:59.300]I'm right here, why wouldn't I be?
[03:01.230]Just waitin to be hooked to IV as （?） well when you look at my pee
[03:04.850]And this joint, no exception, so just point a direction
[03:07.590]And record the pig's oink, when I rip his intestine
[03:10.290]This isn't just an infection
[03:11.730]This won't go away with penicillin injections
[03:18.150]seems to be non-contagious yet anybody can get it
[03:20.720]Aw shit, I did it again, when I lit up this pen
[03:23.770]I emitted this phlegm, this time it's alongside Eminem
[03:26.380]So tell a friend to tell a friend write a disgustin hook
[03:29.380]
[03:43.940]I take your life to the ninth inning
[03:45.830]A knife in the gunfight, I love it, me and my knife winnin
[03:48.950]I laugh when you fall, the shit'll be funny
[03:51.510]I'll bite my d**k in the ass and watch her sit on my money
[03:56.990]then jaw on my d**k and swallow, leave drawers in this Impala
[03:59.300]I ball like Iguodala, I bear more arms than six koalas
[04:03.040]As soon as I draw, get sent to *****
[04:05.290]Bilinguist don, I kill with the tongue, I'm Atilla the Hun
[04:10.650]I pillage your village for fun, an egregious con
[04:13.280]A syllable gun, real as they come, Long Beach Saddam!
[04:17.090]Slaughterhouse equals swine flu, at South Line
[04:19.650]We do it to try to do without tryin
[04:22.150]（Slaughterhouse!） Cause to it's us it's so easy
[04:24.400]Where's, Jumpoff Joe Beezy?
**** that, backpacking in a field on, who the **** wanna get it on, get ****tted on, for ten minutes long ?
Battling in the same ****rt and slept in
*...
When you're breaking it down keep breaking it down
This is what it sounds like when I'm breaking it down
Yeah I'm breaking it down
Man this is what it...
Yeah, Bad and Evil is (BACK)
We bout to get into a tale of gunner that details the dungeon.
Just as the pale moon illuminates the hail, I'm thundering...
Alright, here, drink this
What is it?
Shut up and drink it
No
I said drink it, b***h
The ****? (Haha)
The **** are you tryin' to do? Get us cancelled
...
Hold up, Hold Up
Let me start it y'all, Haha!
Yeah *******s the gang is back again
Royce giving his beard a scratch again
Crooked lit a Cuban
Joe act...
Oooooh
Oooooh
Oooooh
You gon' make me a believer
Even if that **** ain't true
You gon' make me commit murder
Baby, I'd kill for you
In my eyes
Even i...
Shady, Aftermath
There she goes shaking that ass on the floor
Bumpin and grindin that pole
The way she's grindin that pole
I think I'm losing control
...
Yeah you got me,
I'm up now, it's your loss
Suffered to you
History is like a point of no delay
Keeps repeating itself, what else can I say
You wonder...