Cut You Loose Slaughterhouse

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
Woo! Hello hip-hop, goodbye music
It's like a love-hate relationship
Riding in the Ferrari while takin trips
Compared to beer taking sips
Sitting somewhere in a Camaro with racing strips
Either way you embrace it
Can't no amount of money or lady replace it
And after all this rhymin'
If I refer to you as a girl niggas'd call this Common
I'm through as a fan
No disrespect to music, I'm talkin to you as a man
How the FUCK is you flossing a Benz?
Listening to this nigga Rick Ross dissing Em?
Jim Jones dissing Jay?
This rap shit done gone a different way (that's right)
I know my lawyers play the lies game
It's okay for Soulja Boy to say Nas' name?
Nothing but ludicrous answers
The game backwards like dancers
Shooting on the same dancefloor you grew up and answer
To them shooters, now them shooters is dancing
FUCK you too!
You corny so I gotta cut you loose
I looked in my book of rhymes, took the sign
I swear I heard a few of my nigga Crooked lines