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See Dead People - Slaughterhouse
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See Dead People Slaughterhouse

See Dead People - Slaughterhouse
[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
I say different days, same sick language
You a game, I’m a game of Russian roulette
Pain and Kurt Cobain mixed with Bane drenched in purple rain
I rearrange your prints, cut your fingers off
Mail them to your son's kindergarten class
In a Remy Martin glass
Note attached saying Billy, call your dad
Signed sincerely, he really caught it bad
He clearly can not dial you
The alcoholic induced me in a coma can sleep
The hostile you, see murder, my style true
Basquiat, Reebok shoe
Our guns ain’t coming out if we not shooting
Yours? Yours is coming out with Detox 2
When we shot, woo, we shock
Which one of y’all niggas wanna box the King Cobra?
I'll mop your team sober
I’m not stoppin’ till they drop me in a box in a mausoleum
Saying here lies an artist with an audience broader than Joselyn’s shoulders
Peep how I play with the flow, related to Poe
I'm the greatest to go n favor Patron
Maybe record a poem with Oprah and play it back for Raven Simone
Later niggas!
I got a crush on Queen Latifah cuz I had a dream
We got our fuck on without the Monie Love
I'm wildin' on these drugs
It’s just me and my team and an obscene amount of girls
You can eat our dust, we playing ring around the world
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