[Verse 1: Eminem]
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****** 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 s***, I fell off that pot
Hopped right back up on that c***per and I
Said "f*** you" with a capital I
Look who's back to antagonize
You don't like it? You can eat s***, f*** off little f***** and die
You right back like a maggot on my d*** grabbing at my s***, better get to the back of the line
You wanna get your shot at me what kinda c*** 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 t*** and go alalalala
Girl my head s***e 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?
g******it Slaughterhouse is signed
SLAUGHTERHOUSE
[Verse 2: Crooked I]
I'm a menace villain, my pen is sitting spilling, my lyrics killing
Then I let you witness s*** when it hit the ceiling
The n***** 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 s*** till you opposite
I can spit ominous so spit politics now I'm Haile Selassie, Gandhi, and Pac of this hip hop genre, b****
SLAUGHTERHOUSE
[Verse 3: Royce da 5'9'']
Lyrically I'm a cocaine Altoid
Ability told brain it's a no brain bout boy
Physically I'm literally a cocaine cowboy
Wait wait, did I just go almost four bars without talking about my big d***?
The other day me and your thick b**** 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 s***, 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
n**** I'm on fire yeah and I'm every b****'s dream
One, two I'm coming for you, I'm a big old (big old) Nightmare!
n**** this the slaughter stepping up
I'll pretty much slap your a** and tell you to shut the f*** up
After that I'll slap your a** again and tell you to shut the f*** up shutting up
And that's how you body a f****** beat
SLAUGHTERHOUSE
[Verse 4: Joell Ortiz]
I should be the one that goes slow
Get a stopwatch, clock my flow
Hit the b***on on top watch the drug drop
O O dot dot O, Yaowa
When I drop I go outer s***e
Blackout ike 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 b****h 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 b*** 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 s***
You done weak, I'm the one, capiche?
SLAUGHTERHOUSE
[Verse 5: Joe Budden]
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 a**ault you, time is a b****** 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 p*** I see on the pause to me
When I fix the game they'll think s*** came with a warranty
How the f*** are they gonna stop when I was born to be
Corner me, s*** belong to me, two choices, you can get along with me
Or sit your f***** 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 b****
You ain't gotta fear me but you'll respect me
n***** 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
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****** 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 s***, I fell off that pot
Hopped right back up on that c***per and I
Said "f*** you" with a capital I
Look who's back to antagonize
You don't like it? You can eat s***, f*** off little f***** and die
You right back like a maggot on my d*** grabbing at my s***, better get to the back of the line
You wanna get your shot at me what kinda c*** 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 t*** and go alalalala
Girl my head s***e 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?
g******it Slaughterhouse is signed
SLAUGHTERHOUSE
[Verse 2: Crooked I]
I'm a menace villain, my pen is sitting spilling, my lyrics killing
Then I let you witness s*** when it hit the ceiling
The n***** 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 s*** till you opposite
I can spit ominous so spit politics now I'm Haile Selassie, Gandhi, and Pac of this hip hop genre, b****
SLAUGHTERHOUSE
[Verse 3: Royce da 5'9'']
Lyrically I'm a cocaine Altoid
Ability told brain it's a no brain bout boy
Physically I'm literally a cocaine cowboy
Wait wait, did I just go almost four bars without talking about my big d***?
The other day me and your thick b**** 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 s***, 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
n**** I'm on fire yeah and I'm every b****'s dream
One, two I'm coming for you, I'm a big old (big old) Nightmare!
n**** this the slaughter stepping up
I'll pretty much slap your a** and tell you to shut the f*** up
After that I'll slap your a** again and tell you to shut the f*** up shutting up
And that's how you body a f****** beat
SLAUGHTERHOUSE
[Verse 4: Joell Ortiz]
I should be the one that goes slow
Get a stopwatch, clock my flow
Hit the b***on on top watch the drug drop
O O dot dot O, Yaowa
When I drop I go outer s***e
Blackout ike 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 b****h 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 b*** 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 s***
You done weak, I'm the one, capiche?
SLAUGHTERHOUSE
[Verse 5: Joe Budden]
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 a**ault you, time is a b****** 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 p*** I see on the pause to me
When I fix the game they'll think s*** came with a warranty
How the f*** are they gonna stop when I was born to be
Corner me, s*** belong to me, two choices, you can get along with me
Or sit your f***** 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 b****
You ain't gotta fear me but you'll respect me
n***** 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