Lyrical Murderers Slaughterhouse (Ft. K-Young)

[Sample: Royce Da 5'9" & Joe Budden]
This is the life, we gone!
I ain't with the leaning and rocking
That ain't even seen as a option...

[Intro: Crooked I (K-Young)]
You're nothing without (Focus...)
Woo.. Long Beach (Lay your seats back)
New Jersey (Turn your speakers up)
Brook-lyn! Detroit!

[Chorus: K-Young]
We-we, we lyrical murrrrrrrrrrrderers
Welcome to the Slaughterhouse
(What you talkin 'bout?)
Where we bring them verbal llamas out, blaow
We-we, we lyrical murrrrrrrrrrrderers
Man, we own these streets
And the freaks they love us
We ain't worried 'bout you fuckers (Slaughterhouse)

[Verse 1: Crooked I]
Lyrical murderer, blame Rakim
I'm a sniper shooting my way into your lame top 10
Pistol at your head if I ain't next to Eminem
Then I bust in your face like I'm fucking Lil' Kim
Niggas better pray to the lyrical lord
That I fall off like the umbilical cord before I fill up the morgue
This is how a killer record
With the double-edged triple syllable sword
I'm iller than ordinary, see I'm a literary genius
Bury niggas with words, a cemetery linguist
Most rappers are comedy gold
They like they boyfriend's sodomy hole - they full of shit!