Coffin Slaughterhouse (Ft. Busta Rhymes)

[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Slaughterhouse! Bus-a-Bus!
Somebody better hurry up and find the nearest fucking exit!
Joe Budden, come on!

[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
Barge our way through, they wouldn't open the door
First time high, they couldn't know it was raw
You would die if you smoked it, too potent to snort
If you think by the bar, you probably choke on the thought
What up, what up, what up? Speed dial a coroner
Done with subliminals, now I'm talking to all of ya
Try my patience, wearing it thin
I put my prints in your heart without piercing the skin
What up, what up, what up? I only need knuckles
Tell him to travel safe, then make his knees buckle
Before they love you, they gotta hate you
They say that real recognize real, dawg, you can spot fake too

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Y'all know what it is, cause we do it often
Caught another body, buy another coffin
What up, what up, what up? Buy another coffin
What up, what up, what up? Buy another coffin
We burn shit down, blow torch scorching
Slaughterhouse, bitch, buy another coffin
What up, what up, what up? Buy another coffin
What up, what up, what up? Buy another coffin