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Slaughterhouse

アーティスト:Joe Budden  アルバム:Halfway House 

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(feat. Joell Ortiz, Nino Bless, Crooked I, Royce Da 5'9") [Joell Ortiz:] I define gutter, everytime I rhyme I climb up another notch Hip hop got my spine smothered But I'll be fine brother My mind hovers above all you jive suckers Listen, that's word to my mother You throw a shot at me I'm throwing a shot back Your's is on a joint Mine's whistling by your top hat Ya I'm cool but you violate and I'll cock back Open the mac's mouth and black out like I do not rap I'm sick and tired of niggas lyin They fifth is lyin in they second drawer Next door to some bullshit they ironed Ya'll be makin up stories that them little kids be buyin I do everything my Penn State like a Nittany lion I ain't gotta mention the streets on this song To get in a nigga ass on these beats like a thong, pause Veterans co-sign me, the up and coming scared The pretty girls go? gPapi here's my underwear... Never in a hundred years I thought I'd be a rapper But in less than a hundred bars I knew I'd be a factor I'm PS4 in HD and the screen is plasma You're Atari 2600 with a weak adapter Between us the gap's so crazy I'm Gucci, Louis V, you're Gap, Old Navy I get coochie in the V, you attract no ladies You're suburb, I'm gutter where it make cat's go crazy [Nino Bless:] Fuck a lecture, ain't tryin to be Pun's sucessor That term's done fucka, what up whatever You bird's is food I'm about to pluck some feathers, I'm young and clever, Plus, clutch under pressure, yup! who does this better? Walk around with metal all on me like the front of Shredder I lust for cheddar, you owe me Leave holes in your vest that'll open your chest like a sunken treasure I'm somethin' like a phenomenon Droppin' bombs for fun then dining in hell during Ramadan Whatever I'm rhymin' on, or whoever I tear em apart Swear on my pops, no fear in my heart Shit, been through it all Done swam with the sharks, snapped fins with my jaws I'm all that, and a bag of the baddest piff Off a brick of hash mixed with acid hits Like sick cracker shit Get back dumb birds I ignore the hype Click clack, Yung Berg if you flossin ice Dog, cross me twice, can't afford the price It'll cost you, I'll off your life You soft, I told you I'm raw white When I'm on this mic, the mourn at Knight Don't wanna see mornin' light And I feel like I'm forced to fight When the chips are down like Ponch fallin' of his bike Of course my metaphors are type awesome, right I got em in awe, my aura's Jordan like What's really poppin', who's diddy boppin' You was a willy Now you all Common and really conscious I ain't with that silly nonsense I really pop shit My gun stay cocked like Biggie's optics I stay evolvin, but grown bitter On your grave they carvin? gfucked with the wrong nigga... [Crooked I:] I don't write I kill a pen leak his blood on the page I breathe bars, like oxygen locked my lungs in a cage Instrumentals get fucked on the stage, a pedophile Unless I dig in the crates, and fuck with somethin my age Forever vow to never smile when I'm at peace Only when I'm eatin' the deceased like kiesh Only when my enemies eternal organs are a smorgasborg in the feast The dahmer with melanin and let em in the belly of the beast You'll be missin' till fisherman see your corpse I'll be in Michigan stickin' a chickin In my Michelin ready to pigeon pitch again From Switzerland to New York I was whippin' Bently's before them pictures up in the Source I'm a gorilla behind these bars, on some zoo shit Shoot you while you're talkin, on some news camera crew shit Sicker then flying in past tense, on some flu shit Day old asshole flow, I drop new shit Exclusive, you don't want it in fact I'll have the doctors operating on the front of your back Tryin to keep your stomach intact The spiritual you, leavin your


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