Slaughterhouse Joe Budden (Ft. Nino Bless & Slaughterhouse)

[Intro: Joell Ortiz]
Ayo, Joey, what you said, 24, right? (Uh)
A'ight, cool, I got you, uh

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
I define gutter - every time I rhyme
I climb up another notch, hip-hop got my spine smothered
But I'll be fine, brother - my mind hovers
Above all you jive suckers wishing, that's word to my mother
You throw a shot at me, I'm throwing a shot back
Yours is on a joint, mine's whistling by your top hat
Yeah, I'm cool, but you violate, and I'll cock back
Open the mac's mouth and black out like I do not rap
I'm sick and tired of niggas lying, they fifth is lying
In the second drawer next door to some bullshit they iron
Y'all be making up stories the little kids is buyin'
I do everything my pen state (Penn State) like a Nittany Lion
I ain't gotta mention the streets on a song
To get in a nigga ass on these beats like a thong - pause
Veterans co-sign me, the up-and-comers scared
The pretty girls go, "Papi, here's my underwear" (Yeah)
Never in a hundred years I thought I'd be a rapper
But in less than a hundred bars I knew I'd be a factor
I'm PS4 in HD, and the screen is plasma
You're Atari 2600 with a weak adapter
Between us, the gap's so crazy
I'm Gucci, Louis V; you're Gap, Old Navy
I get coochie in the V, you attract no ladies
You're suburb, I'm gutter where the gats go crazy