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 yack Jack Daniels and 'gnac
Burp bubbles, attitude's immaturin
Double stroke of Bacardi, party, vision is blurrin
Whoa-oh, I can't see sh_t, my words get to slurrin
Uh-oh! You can visit me R. Kelly now, urine/you're in
trouble! What's occurrin befo', after endurin the show
has no presence on the bad news I'm baring, whoa
What is it, wordplay? No I'm pushin you out the do'
So suck my dick on the couch if you wanna cushion the blow
Now stomp your f_ckin feet 'til you get to squishin a hoe
It's pandemo-nium standin know when you see him, oh
Damn baby you feel good, you're givin me wood
You should, pull over like a sweat-shirt with a hood
It's neck work, get her polly on, you and me both
Break bread while I'm coppin over this back to catch a loaf
Now homie who's your favorite pain in the ass?
Who claims to be spittin the same flames as me? I'm Kanye when he crashed
In other words I got the cap 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 later the stroke and bit a goddamn Jawbreaker in half!
So stop fakin the wince and start shakin your ass
Slaughtertheatre in the house with the white of rap
and Just Blaze on the track, what's the f_ck's more amazin than that?
Slut, answer me that, Royce where you at?
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Song Lyric: Session One - Eminem (featuring: Slaughterhouse)
[Royce Da 5'9"]
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 want to be hired, Jimmy Io' fire Marshall
The 9 tucked against the linin
I draw it out and pass your partner upside-down like y'all are a couple 69'in
It's like Rick James is shootin up your house n_gga!
[rapid gunfire] F_CK YO' COUCH N_GGA!
You're screamin f_ck the universe with your middle finger up
While I'm over here shovin my dick in a fix in the mud
My bitch, know I'm perfectly fit, for murder
because I murdered her, so you can visit me Nickel to O.J. to Glove
I got a Posse of Insane Clowns
Blow your brains on your opposite ear, and ask you how your brain sounds
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 drum then terrorize that bitch like I'm Middle Eastern
Slaughterhouse on FIRE, nobody touchin that
Good day and good night, Ortiz yo where the F_CK you at?
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 want to be hired, Jimmy Io' fire Marshall
The 9 tucked against the linin
I draw it out and pass your partner upside-down like y'all are a couple 69'in
It's like Rick James is shootin up your house n_gga!
[rapid gunfire] F_CK YO' COUCH N_GGA!
You're screamin f_ck the universe with your middle finger up
While I'm over here shovin my dick in a fix in the mud
My bitch, know I'm perfectly fit, for murder
because I murdered her, so you can visit me Nickel to O.J. to Glove
I got a Posse of Insane Clowns
Blow your brains on your opposite ear, and ask you how your brain sounds
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 drum then terrorize that bitch like I'm Middle Eastern
Slaughterhouse on FIRE, nobody touchin that
Good day and good night, Ortiz yo where the F_CK you at?
[Joell Ortiz]
I'm right here in my Nike Airs, Buzz Light-years
ahead of my mic peers, quite scary to feel at a nightmare
Where my word at? I write fear in the centre of you tight squares
I hold the art, of you nice swear {?}
It's type weird cause that made me hotter than my dear
Uncle Al's breath after polishin 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 dependent to IV as {?} as good when you feel at my pee
And this joint, no exception, so just stop a direction
And read the pig's oink, when I rip his intestine
This isn't exactly an infection
This won't go forth with penicillin injections
Millions of questions arose after they did an inspection, what I exhibit
seems to be non-contagious yet anybody can get it
Aw shiddit, I did it again, when I liddift this pen
I emitted this phlegm, this time it's alongside Emiddinem
So state a booster to differentiate a friend write a disgustin hook
Jump in shark water and swim, yo where the f_ck is Crook?
I'm right here in my Nike Airs, Buzz Light-years
ahead of my mic peers, quite scary to feel at a nightmare
Where my word at? I write fear in the centre of you tight squares
I hold the art, of you nice swear {?}
It's type weird cause that made me hotter than my dear
Uncle Al's breath after polishin 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 dependent to IV as {?} as good when you feel at my pee
And this joint, no exception, so just stop a direction
And read the pig's oink, when I rip his intestine
This isn't exactly an infection
This won't go forth with penicillin injections
Millions of questions arose after they did an inspection, what I exhibit
seems to be non-contagious yet anybody can get it
Aw shiddit, I did it again, when I liddift this pen
I emitted this phlegm, this time it's alongside Emiddinem
So state a booster to differentiate a friend write a disgustin hook
Jump in shark water and swim, yo where the f_ck is Crook?
[Crooked I]
I'm right here lettin the shottie pop, quick as a karate chop
Get your body shot, get your top chopped, like a lollipop
Call it Maserati drop, in the body shop
Get your mommy knocked, and your Uncle Tommy molli-wopped
I ask your lifetime to the 9th inning
A tongue in the gunfight, I enjoy it, me and my knife winnin
I laugh when you fall, the sh_t'll be funny
I'll buy my bitch a new ass and see her sit on my money
Man, all the bitches holla - they wanna drop my britches
then jaw on my dick and swallow, leave drawers in this Impala
I ball like Iguodala, I have more arms than six koalas
As shortly as I draw, get sent to Allah
Bilinguist don, I down with the tongue, I'm Atilla the Hun
I'm Genghis Khan, I'm a genius spawn
I prize your village for fun, an egregious con
A syllable gun, real as they come, Long Beach Saddam!
Slaughterhouse equals swine flu, are South flyin
We do it to try to do without tryin
(Slaughterhouse! Cause to it's us it's so easy
Where's, Jumpoff Joe Beezy?
I'm right here lettin the shottie pop, quick as a karate chop
Get your body shot, get your top chopped, like a lollipop
Call it Maserati drop, in the body shop
Get your mommy knocked, and your Uncle Tommy molli-wopped
I ask your lifetime to the 9th inning
A tongue in the gunfight, I enjoy it, me and my knife winnin
I laugh when you fall, the sh_t'll be funny
I'll buy my bitch a new ass and see her sit on my money
Man, all the bitches holla - they wanna drop my britches
then jaw on my dick and swallow, leave drawers in this Impala
I ball like Iguodala, I have more arms than six koalas
As shortly as I draw, get sent to Allah
Bilinguist don, I down with the tongue, I'm Atilla the Hun
I'm Genghis Khan, I'm a genius spawn
I prize your village for fun, an egregious con
A syllable gun, real as they come, Long Beach Saddam!
Slaughterhouse equals swine flu, are South flyin
We do it to try to do without tryin
(Slaughterhouse! Cause to it's us it's so easy
Where's, Jumpoff Joe Beezy?
Session One - Eminem (featuring: Slaughterhouse)
[Eminem]
Ladies and gentlemen, make some noooooise!
Aww sh_t, yeah
Y'all ready to get this sh_t started or what?
Aight, well I brought some friends with me too
Ladies and gentlemen, make some noooooise!
Aww sh_t, yeah
Y'all ready to get this sh_t started or what?
Aight, well I brought some friends with me too
Now I ain't back but for the interest of just sayin I'm
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