Everybody Down Slaughterhouse

[Intro: Crooked I]
As we proceed to give you what you need

[Hook: Royce Da 5’9]
Slaughterhouse up in this bitch, get your bitch, make it quick
Nickel, Quick, Joey, Crook, you know we shut everybody down
Bitch this ain't no club hit, this ain't for no bitches
This is a motherfucking stick-up, quick, everybody down

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5’9”]
I’m about to rob the hardest nigga out here
Yes I’m on my joker shit, I keep a Heath Ledger for the joke of it
I don’t plan ahead of them, I don’t gamble
I just keep a .44 clip, full of bullets that resemble poker chips
I’m so the shit, bitches jumping at my pogo stick
Slaughterhouse you know we sick, everybody down
Take your bitch, same bitch you wake up with, make her trick
'til her fucking thighs hurt, momma if your pussy wet
You shouldn’t have a dry purse, call me Ryan Rhinoplasty
I will augment your ass if you mess with God’s work
When it comes to drama, fighting second, homicides first
I don’t look for drama, drama follows me, so why search?
Everybody, everybody we gon need you quiet, shh
Slaughter got a message, everybody down
I’m a cheddar getter, you a teller, I don’t care, whatever
I’ll just scare the witnesses, I’m the illest in here
Bring a pen and pad and don’t compare the sicknesses
Where the fuck the ruler at, so we can measure sentences
I am better than I’ve ever been, never been better
I don’t follow trends, I set trends for the trendsetters, Nickle