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[Verse 1: Eminem]
Life handed me lemons
I jump back into the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it
By now you just wishI'd fucking die but I electrify Get electrocuted, executed by an executioner of my flow too quick forthe human eye to detect zooming by
Guess who, what's happening guys?
They told me to shit, I fell off that pot
Hoped right back up on that crapper and I
Said 'fuck you' with a capital I
Look who's back to antagonize
You don't like it? You can eat shit, fuck off little faggot and die
You right back like a maggot on my dick grabbing at mine. shit better get to the back of the line
You wanna get your shot at me what kinda crap is that
Battle, what kind of rapper would I before I let another rapper think he's hot
I'll bury my face in his stinky twat and go alalalala
Go ahead, space 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
Sohow can I find the time to put an alkaline battery in royce's back and at thesame time put juice in mine?
Goddamnit Slaughterhouse is signed
[Verse 2: Royce]
I'm a menace villain, my pen is sitting spilling, my livers killing
Then I let you witness shit when it hit the ceiling
The niggas 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 shit till you opposite
I can spit ominous so spit politics now I'm Haile Selassie, Gandhi, and Pac of this hip hop genre, bitch
[Voice]
SlaughterHouse!
[Verse 3: Royce]
Lyrically I'm a cocaine Altoid
Ability to bring ? 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 dick?
The other day me and your thick bitch 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 shit, wait I sweared
Irony of ? 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
Nigga I'm on fire yeah and I'm every bitch's dream
One, two I'm coming for you, I'm a big old nightmare
Nigga this the slaughter stepping up
I'll pretty much slap your ass and tell you to shut the fuck up
After that I'll slap your ass again and tell you to shut the fuck up shutting up
And that's how you body a fucking beat
[Voice]
SlaughterHouse]
[Verse 4: Joel Ortiz]
I should be the one that goes slow
Get a stopwatch, clock my flow
Hit the button top watch the drug drop
? when I drop I go outer space
Like I'm like 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 succotash when the trigger blast I'mma put your beak on your fitted hat
Where the liquor at? Sip of yak
That bitchh 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 butt 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 shit
You done weak, I'm the one, capiche?
[Voice]
SlaughterHouse!
[Verse 5: Joe Budden]
Insane what they call us
Ain't 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
Eminent Mr. Porter, slaughter my cinnamons emminent torture
All of you feminine marauders, that's women at war
Men will assault you, time is a bastard symbol of ?
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 porn I see on the pause to me
When I fix the game they'll think s**t came with a warranty
How the fuck are they gonna stop ? born to be
Corner me, shit belong to me, two choices, you can get along with me
Or sit your faggot ass 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 balls
You ain't gotta fear me but you'll respect me
N&*s who never met me threaten me
Why don't you let me come ? I got some machetes
Swinging spaghetti like it's heavy ? deserve an ESPY
In a Chevy like Andretti, put the Dezzy where his chest be
[Verse 1: Eminem]
La vida me dio los limones
Salto de nuevo en el ojo público y chorros de jugo de limón en ella
Por ahora sólo wishI'd die mierda pero yo electrify electrocutado Cómo, ejecutado por un verdugo de mi flujo demasiado rápido del ojo humano para detectar forthe aplicación del zoom,
Adivina quién, qué pasa chicos?
Me dijeron que me mierda, me caí de la olla
Esperaba derecho a una copia de seguridad que crapper y yo
Said 'vete a la mierda "con un capital I
Mira quién ha vuelto a antagonizar
No te gusta? Usted puede comer mierda, mierda maricón poco y morir
Usted vuelta como un gusano en mi polla agarrando la mía. mierda mejor llegar al final de la fila
¿Quieres conseguir su tiro en mí lo que mierda es algo que
Batalla, ¿qué tipo de rapero que lo haría antes de dejar que otro rapero cree que está de moda
Voy a enterrar mi cara en su coño apestoso e ir alalalala
Vaya por delante, el espacio es limitado, no es ni siquiera espacio en la parte trasera de mi mente
Es por eso que no está pensando en ti, yo no tengo tiempo y te lo dije mil veces
Sohow puedo encontrar el tiempo para poner una pila alcalina en la parte trasera de Royce y en el momento thesame ponga jugo en el mío?
Maldita sea Matadero se firma
[Verse 2: Royce
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
Eminem
Loud Noises (feat. Slaughterhouse)
Loud Noises (feat. Slaughterhouse)
[Verse 1: Eminem]
Life handed me lemons
I jump back into the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it
By now you just wishI'd fucking die but I electrify Get electrocuted, executed by an executioner of my flow too quick forthe human eye to detect zooming by
Guess who, what's happening guys?
They told me to shit, I fell off that pot
Hoped right back up on that crapper and I
Said 'fuck you' with a capital I
Look who's back to antagonize
You don't like it? You can eat shit, fuck off little faggot and die
You right back like a maggot on my dick grabbing at mine. shit better get to the back of the line
You wanna get your shot at me what kinda crap is that
Battle, what kind of rapper would I before I let another rapper think he's hot
I'll bury my face in his stinky twat and go alalalala
Go ahead, space 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
Sohow can I find the time to put an alkaline battery in royce's back and at thesame time put juice in mine?
Goddamnit Slaughterhouse is signed
[Verse 2: Royce]
I'm a menace villain, my pen is sitting spilling, my livers killing
Then I let you witness shit when it hit the ceiling
The niggas 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 shit till you opposite
I can spit ominous so spit politics now I'm Haile Selassie, Gandhi, and Pac of this hip hop genre, bitch
[Voice]
SlaughterHouse!
[Verse 3: Royce]
Lyrically I'm a cocaine Altoid
Ability to bring ? 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 dick?
The other day me and your thick bitch 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 shit, wait I sweared
Irony of ? 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
Nigga I'm on fire yeah and I'm every bitch's dream
One, two I'm coming for you, I'm a big old nightmare
Nigga this the slaughter stepping up
I'll pretty much slap your ass and tell you to shut the fuck up
After that I'll slap your ass again and tell you to shut the fuck up shutting up
And that's how you body a fucking beat
[Voice]
SlaughterHouse]
[Verse 4: Joel Ortiz]
I should be the one that goes slow
Get a stopwatch, clock my flow
Hit the button top watch the drug drop
? when I drop I go outer space
Like I'm like 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 succotash when the trigger blast I'mma put your beak on your fitted hat
Where the liquor at? Sip of yak
That bitchh 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 butt 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 shit
You done weak, I'm the one, capiche?
[Voice]
SlaughterHouse!
[Verse 5: Joe Budden]
Insane what they call us
Ain't 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
Eminent Mr. Porter, slaughter my cinnamons emminent torture
All of you feminine marauders, that's women at war
Men will assault you, time is a bastard symbol of ?
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 porn I see on the pause to me
When I fix the game they'll think s**t came with a warranty
How the fuck are they gonna stop ? born to be
Corner me, shit belong to me, two choices, you can get along with me
Or sit your faggot ass 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 balls
You ain't gotta fear me but you'll respect me
N&*s who never met me threaten me
Why don't you let me come ? I got some machetes
Swinging spaghetti like it's heavy ? deserve an ESPY
In a Chevy like Andretti, put the Dezzy where his chest be
Eminem
Ruidos fuertes (feat. Slaughterhouse)
Ruidos fuertes (feat. Slaughterhouse)
[Verse 1: Eminem]
La vida me dio los limones
Salto de nuevo en el ojo público y chorros de jugo de limón en ella
Por ahora sólo wishI'd die mierda pero yo electrify electrocutado Cómo, ejecutado por un verdugo de mi flujo demasiado rápido del ojo humano para detectar forthe aplicación del zoom,
Adivina quién, qué pasa chicos?
Me dijeron que me mierda, me caí de la olla
Esperaba derecho a una copia de seguridad que crapper y yo
Said 'vete a la mierda "con un capital I
Mira quién ha vuelto a antagonizar
No te gusta? Usted puede comer mierda, mierda maricón poco y morir
Usted vuelta como un gusano en mi polla agarrando la mía. mierda mejor llegar al final de la fila
¿Quieres conseguir su tiro en mí lo que mierda es algo que
Batalla, ¿qué tipo de rapero que lo haría antes de dejar que otro rapero cree que está de moda
Voy a enterrar mi cara en su coño apestoso e ir alalalala
Vaya por delante, el espacio es limitado, no es ni siquiera espacio en la parte trasera de mi mente
Es por eso que no está pensando en ti, yo no tengo tiempo y te lo dije mil veces
Sohow puedo encontrar el tiempo para poner una pila alcalina en la parte trasera de Royce y en el momento thesame ponga jugo en el mío?
Maldita sea Matadero se firma
[Verse 2: Royce
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
