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Lyricist: Slaughterhouse
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Slaughterhouse up in this bitch Get your bitch, make it quick Joey, crook, you know we shut everybody down Bitch this ain't no club hit This ain't for no bitches This a motherfucking stick-up Quick, everybody down
I'm about to rob the hardest nigga out here Yes I'm on my joker shit I keep a Heath Ledger for the joke of it I don't plan ahead of them, I don't gamble I just keep a four four clip Full of bullets than resemble poker chips
I'm so the shit, bitches jumping on my poker stick Slaughterhouse you know we sick, everybody down Take your bitch, same bitch you wake up with Make her trick till her fucking thighs hurt Momma if your pussy wet, shouldn't have a dry purse Call me Ryan Rhinoplasty
I will augment your ass if you mess with God's work When it come to drama, fighting second, homicides first I don't look for drama, drama follows me so why search Everybody, everybody we gon' need you quiet, sh Slaughter got a message, everybody down I'm a cheddar getter, you a teller
I don't care, whatever, I'll just scare the witnesses I'm the illest in here, bring a pen and pad And don't compare the sicknesses Where the fuck the ruler at, so we can measure sentences I am better than I've ever been, never been better I don't follow trends, I set trends for the trendsetters, nigga
Slaughterhouse up in this bitch Get your bitch, make it quick Joey, Crook, you know we shut everybody down Bitch this ain't no club hit This ain't for no bitches This a motherfucking stick-up Quick, everybody down
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First I pull up on your block, let my entire torch All spit fire, burn down your empire's boardwalk Bitch I am melting my rims, tires, draw off Porsche hit the wall, then my pill high as war-off Crawled out, grabbed the new banana clip Lacerations on my face
Travel agents shit I still plan trip Ran up on the first nigga who had a whip Eat to die a hero, or abandon ship (Get out your car nigga) I could kill you now fuck a witness I'm all about my business, You all about your bitchness
And I ain't bout to slow down You oughta ask you daughter About fucking around with Slaughter, you bound to go down I'm a disappear when you meet the Lord, I'm a be a border G for the single pro in me and more Or bring a whore to be a slur Either or we ignore casualties of war You can meet the floor now
Slaughterhouse up in this bitch Get your bitch, make it quick Joey, crook, you know we shut everybody down Bitch this ain't no club hit This ain't for no bitches This a motherfucking stick-up Quick everybody down
And we proceed To give you what you need And we proceed To give you what you need
I get on my 'I don't give a fuck' kit Fuck the money, fuck the wealth, Fuck your label, fuck your lyrics, You sit on a fucking shelve, Lava so if ain't in the topic of the constant, the discussion fell Tell the bitch that this dick game ain't no suck-itself
Nigga, I ain't no rapper I'm a mercenary Every verse I bury, some will blame it on the perks I carry Been in disguise when I failed or I lost But they won't know I'm a god until I'm nailed on the cross And these rappers is a mess, sad is if they best Magnum to their chest, they could piss me
It won't matter what they said They just rhyme, I just climb on the ladder to success And maybe bring me some niggas that would rather me with less My advice for the fuck boys, make some hard improvements Career at a standstill how you gonna start a movement Slaughterhouse the gang take part in what we doing Or get steamed rolled over nigga pardon the intrusion
Slaughterhouse up in this bitch Get your bitch, make it quick Joey, crook, you know we shut everybody down Bitch this ain't no club hit This ain't for no bitches This is a motherfucking stick-up Quick, everybody down
As we proceed To give you what you need As we proceed To give you what you need
Oh jack just heard my man snap, this is rubber band rap Twisted chocolate canned cap, pop a Xanax tell everybody down Paid for life, fucking around Uppercut a clown, fuck being playful pay homie with a frown I don't think y'all understand the magnitude Mathematical, radical equations are easy to solve for power
I'm the square root of a truth table, in the booth able to Raise the bar for some part of the 9th power I don't pick a fool, I devour You think you hot dog, I'm walking around with a sour Kraut and onions, buns and ketchup mustard, relish Wow, I think I'm a fart, everybody down
I don't want the crown, I rock a fitted navy brown Well it's blue but y'all been colorblind since I'd came around Nobody can see me, I'm pissed off like my pipi Been bought in Luigi, be easy, Slaughterhouse this is it
Slaughterhouse up in this bitch Get your bitch, make it quick Joey, crook, you know we shut everybody down Bitch this ain't no club hit This ain't for no bitches This a motherfucking stick-up Quick everybody down
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