Who I Am Slaughterhouse (Ft. Sex, Love & Vices)

[Intro]
House gang, house gang (x2)
You know how we ride
In that SL playing SLV
(On the house, get 'em)
Talk that talk to 'em

[Verse 1: Crooked I]
Guess who back turning the track into mince meat
For diabetics with diarrhea thinking shit's sweet
A thug MC
Even though I'm all about money, I found time to throw it away with Swizz Beatz
House gang, hardest fools 'round
Don Juans up, garden tools down
Black Rolls Royce riding up that coast
Niggas left me for dead, I came back in that hGost
The resurrection
Can't spell sex without the letter X, so this is a letter to every ex I'm sexing
I get the best oral, no question
Pectoral shit, we out shear flexing
Yeah, that's the slaughterhouse team
Looking down on ballas as if were as tall as Yao Ming
Fly is what we are without wings
Like scientists studying the environment, we're all about green

[Hook: SLV]
I fuck any girl I want
Valet keep my car in front
They told me I wouldn't go far
From a nobody to a star
Is that what you take of me?
You do it mistakenly
I'm still here, amazingly
Every day I thank God for making me who I am