Sound Off Slaughterhouse

[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]
You herbs, we merged, we're an alliance
We fight fire with flamethrowers, why would you try us?
We a outfit, equivalent to Voltrons
That boy Crooked I's equivalent to four arms
Joell Ortiz is the body
The cannibal-slash-killer: kill you, then eat your body
Joe Budden is the pair of legs
He run shit, alongside I, the apparent head
I am the general, bow now
Fuck saluting, I don't really think y'all niggas get it
Run up on you with an army, it is on 'til it's done, finished
You got a problem with any one of my Slaughters
Then y'all niggas can come with us
Me and Joey, we a perfect fit, he like startin' shit, I like endin' shit
I don't squash the beef, I don't bend a bit
It ain't intricate, I'm gon' shoot your stupid ass
You choose to laugh, you gon' die smilin, try wildin'
I get hostile, then I'm violent
I don't make threats, nigga, I promise
My style is Stalin mixed with sick lyrics
If you hear it, it'll lift your spirit
Turn your appearance to a disappearance
When I d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-ding!

[Chorus: Royce da 5'9"]
I fuck with nothing but gangstas
Nothing but hustler niggas, sound off, sound off (Hut!)
I fuck with nothing but my clique
Nothing but hot shit, follow me, sound off, sound off (Hut!)
I fuck with nothing but gangstas
Nothing but hustler niggas, sound off, sound off (Hut!)
I put my money on my clique
Hot shit coming out of the barrel of my fif'