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DJ Green Lantern “D.O.A.” Freestyle Part 1 - Slaughterhouse
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DJ Green Lantern “D.O.A.” Freestyle Part 1 Slaughterhouse

DJ Green Lantern “D.O.A.” Freestyle Part 1 - Slaughterhouse
[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]
I'm from a grimy city from a bunch of miles away
With no regard for the laws, I'm from a sovereign state
From a murderous block, swerving in the convertible drop
Hoping niggas heard my proverbial plots
I'm trying to take over the world like Pinky the Brain
My 'preme mistress is a bitch like Pinky with brains
Or Roxy Reynolds, I stick dick into her
She suck cock for a living, tongue kiss with Murs
But I don't feel anger
So like the frame of the nickel-plated chrome four-five, I'mma still bang her
Original renegade, niggas been afraid
More niggas follow than Ashton Kutcher's Twitter page
Chowder time -- y'all write, I sprinkle powder lines
If Kelly beat his case, my lawyer gonna swallow mines
So put your nines on the crap table
You like gambling -- I'm Patron sipping, signed to Black Label
Champagne wishes become realities
Bad bitches, fly minus the travel needs
My dick is the biggest thing on my anatomy
I dis niggas for nothing like, "Why you mad at me?"
Nickel is still reckless
The last nigga got killed that made me feel threatened
Who really cares what a rapper talking?
The only feeling that ain't familiar is after losses
I shoot a nigga dead in the head, and go back to Boston
With a trunk full of white, I call it Asher Roth'n
Feel honored if I talk about your ass often
You should wanna sleep in the bed I was jacking off in
It's a reason these motherfuckers is backing off 'im
He Floyd Mayweather, Paul Williams, and Chad Dawson
All rolled up in one, his money trash-talking
Amongst bosses, hanging out in the cash office
Nigga, you testing the one -- Nickel second to none
I'm hotter than Texas at three, I'm effecting the sun
I don't just sound raw
I disconnect your shit, have you walking around with Bobby Brown jaw
And then Whitney said crack was wack
And it offended me like, floozy, why you dissing my music?
And you can ask Proof, we come from Chopper City
Minus the wack suit and the beef with Ness
Forever inhaling the smell of that sweet success
That calico talking, saying, "We the best!"
I'm the fed-teaser
This bitch said, "Who the fuck died and made you God?"
I said Jesus
I'm in the zone, I feel like a star
And nigga, you know what to do if you feel like a frog
Go on, jump in that traffic, you playing Frogger
I ain't no blogger, I'm Mr. Rearrange-Your-Aura
Niggas thinking all we got is Internet soldiers
'09 is the fear year -- respect's over
The O.G.s taught me how to do it one way
So I ain't down for no games unless it's gunplay
Niggas'll murder judges over murder grudges
I don't put money on heads, I just refer to cuz's
I drop dope records that's hot like a furnace
The needle on that record player is hypodermic
Receive food from an intravenous tube
Kill your ass in private, between me and you
I'm sick enough to go up in your house
Sickening rhymes, I spit 'em and throw up in my mouth
You fucking round with the Slaughterhouse conglomeron
Like catching your parents fucking, I leave you traumatized
The beef live til the drama dies
My daughter can get struck by lightning if I ain't down for homicide
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