The Best Slaughterhouse

[Lyrics from Snippet]

[Intro]
See, I don't know what the fuck

[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]
Fuck you mean nigga, you fucking with them lame bitches
The chick I'm with know that I'm so fly
In order to ride this dick, she'll probably need a plane ticket
My con don't die
We could chuck, we move to Miami, we get a
Condo by some water
If I go tomorrow
Bitch I'll finally know I'm mortal
Shit I still get surprised by the sight of my own blood
I stood in front of the judge so much, I won't judge
And I'd rather be wanted in six, carrying a body than snitch
I let a reverend read me lines
I'd rather beat the body than to be a body
I swear, to father time, bеfore I'm judged by 12 like 11:59
I kill
I feel
I am еvery women livings guilty pleasure
But the pleasure's
All mine
Bitches hate my wifey cause she living with a living legend