Funkmaster Flex Freestyle Slaughterhouse

[Royce Da 5’9"]
When you kick a bar you spit somethin' that no one's feelin'
When I kick a bar I'm outside of the strip club belligerent drunk
Kickin' the bricks on the buildin', uh
You ain't seen no sicker, no iller chump
Fly girl magnet, I'm infectious; if I have it, your girl has it
This verse is Earv Magic
Nobody cares about you swervin' your Mercedes and your OG's
Who used to do some murders in the 80's
My will is the bark, well
My will is barking chicks
I turn around like my wheel is parallel parking
Aside from liquor I don't got many habits
So you should tell your American girl
To stay away from me like Lenny Kravitz
Y'all either falling off or barely hanging on
My chicks pants looks like Shawty Lo's hairline: painted on
If you don't like me, so what, I could fight, what
That ain't no punchline, I can fight
To all the sucker punching this is a sucker punch
I snuff you from behind, punk, uff you frontin' Thank me later
If there's war on my block call me Tim "The Tool Man" Taylor
'Cause you won’t see the face of my neighbor
Housegang, Shady, we ain't Wu-Tang
This is the player circle, and I'm wearing two chains
Go against me, oppose God
This snub barrel lookin' like the .357 just got a nose job
Detroit, the world feel us
We call the murder appeal ya
We call the burner a thriller
We call tequila quitila, steal you like a B&E
Every rapper claim to be a mixture of BIG and Pac; I'm a mixture of me & me
My EMG reads GV and TNT
And you can find me twisted on E and E on TMZ
Or passed out the couch on Media Takeout
Not carin' what y’all sayin'
Lettin' my balls hang