[Intro]
(*phone dialing*)
Slaughterhouse!
911, what's your emergency?
[Verse 1: GAWNE, badXchannels]
There's been a homicide
Like Ferguson, a mic's been murdered (*dial tone*)
Oh, fuck- they cut the line
Cops arrive to the scene of the crime, and I'm stuck without an alibi
Shout out Allen Iverson, 'cause I never practiced mine, too lapsed minded
I'm like the back nine of the Masters, tiger scrapping with a pack of lions, asinine?
LG's in the Slaughterhouse!
Enemies, we end our beef like cattle dying
Eggs and cheese, bacon grease- the butcher's back to bag the swine up
And I'm jamming with four out of the five top rappers alive!
Put me in your starting lineup, and I'll bat .500 without batting an eye
Who the fuck is savage as I am with rhymes?
When I battle, I am a gladiator from the medieval times
'Cause me and Royce are both 5'9"
Throw in the Crooked I and Ortiz, and I might just butt in to the front end of the rap scene
And I'm coming for half of these mumble rap MC's- Kodak, 21, Uzi, Yachty!
And the fake hoes, like Manti Te'o's! (Eh-em)
Nicki, Iggy, you see that I ain't never been made of fluff
Them silicone butts don't weigh enough to strut with the greatest, slut
When I lace 'em up, I'm Jordan
Never gonna let 'em get a play, you suck!
When I aim a MAC-11 at your brain and bust!
Ain't gettin' up- faint, givin' up
Pain in the butt when you fuck with insaneness, yup
The heinous one's back to go aim them guns at the most brainless young rappers
For their role in making that trash emboldened, so the rap game's taken aback
But I've been taking it back with Slaughterhouse, a Jason mask, and a blade to slash
Anybody who thought they was finna be about it when I just went out of my mind again
Bar fightin' with Heineken bottles, inciting riots and violence
I admit, I'm the shit- got bowels of a giant
This iron fist is dying to kill off you dying bitches like the Mayans
You crying? Let me get out the violin
You better bust out the fire extinguisher
I'm hotter than the bottomless pit that Saddam and Osama Bin Laden's in
Lucifer's back, the apocalypse
Mayan calendar couldn't predict it, my shit is ominous
Armageddon, the fall of the Ottoman, call your congressman! (I want it all)
The total dominance- my vomitus flow's messy as his soccer kick (I want it all)
I want it all- even if it means that I'm leaven 'em barely breathing
With fevers, seizures, amnesia, HIV, herpes, Ebola, and Zika
Wait, hold up, I'm a genius- was born a lightning rod!
If Slaughterhouse is the Rap God, then I'm Jesus
Y'all wack jobs have been sleeping
I'm 21 and competing- don't believe it?
I'm 'bout to show you how the fuck I got featured!
I never been a quitter, and my wit is unlimited
Rid of illegitimate, hit or miss, idiots
Literal one a little bit- literate, and finna spit the brunt of the venom up on the Internet
Other than winning, I've been a humble man
But evilness enters my soul
Revving up heaven, I've been defending my throne
People tend to get a little bit offended when I venture into the realm of the entity, mentally unknown!
(*phone dialing*)
Slaughterhouse!
911, what's your emergency?
[Verse 1: GAWNE, badXchannels]
There's been a homicide
Like Ferguson, a mic's been murdered (*dial tone*)
Oh, fuck- they cut the line
Cops arrive to the scene of the crime, and I'm stuck without an alibi
Shout out Allen Iverson, 'cause I never practiced mine, too lapsed minded
I'm like the back nine of the Masters, tiger scrapping with a pack of lions, asinine?
LG's in the Slaughterhouse!
Enemies, we end our beef like cattle dying
Eggs and cheese, bacon grease- the butcher's back to bag the swine up
And I'm jamming with four out of the five top rappers alive!
Put me in your starting lineup, and I'll bat .500 without batting an eye
Who the fuck is savage as I am with rhymes?
When I battle, I am a gladiator from the medieval times
'Cause me and Royce are both 5'9"
Throw in the Crooked I and Ortiz, and I might just butt in to the front end of the rap scene
And I'm coming for half of these mumble rap MC's- Kodak, 21, Uzi, Yachty!
And the fake hoes, like Manti Te'o's! (Eh-em)
Nicki, Iggy, you see that I ain't never been made of fluff
Them silicone butts don't weigh enough to strut with the greatest, slut
When I lace 'em up, I'm Jordan
Never gonna let 'em get a play, you suck!
When I aim a MAC-11 at your brain and bust!
Ain't gettin' up- faint, givin' up
Pain in the butt when you fuck with insaneness, yup
The heinous one's back to go aim them guns at the most brainless young rappers
For their role in making that trash emboldened, so the rap game's taken aback
But I've been taking it back with Slaughterhouse, a Jason mask, and a blade to slash
Anybody who thought they was finna be about it when I just went out of my mind again
Bar fightin' with Heineken bottles, inciting riots and violence
I admit, I'm the shit- got bowels of a giant
This iron fist is dying to kill off you dying bitches like the Mayans
You crying? Let me get out the violin
You better bust out the fire extinguisher
I'm hotter than the bottomless pit that Saddam and Osama Bin Laden's in
Lucifer's back, the apocalypse
Mayan calendar couldn't predict it, my shit is ominous
Armageddon, the fall of the Ottoman, call your congressman! (I want it all)
The total dominance- my vomitus flow's messy as his soccer kick (I want it all)
I want it all- even if it means that I'm leaven 'em barely breathing
With fevers, seizures, amnesia, HIV, herpes, Ebola, and Zika
Wait, hold up, I'm a genius- was born a lightning rod!
If Slaughterhouse is the Rap God, then I'm Jesus
Y'all wack jobs have been sleeping
I'm 21 and competing- don't believe it?
I'm 'bout to show you how the fuck I got featured!
I never been a quitter, and my wit is unlimited
Rid of illegitimate, hit or miss, idiots
Literal one a little bit- literate, and finna spit the brunt of the venom up on the Internet
Other than winning, I've been a humble man
But evilness enters my soul
Revving up heaven, I've been defending my throne
People tend to get a little bit offended when I venture into the realm of the entity, mentally unknown!
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