Slaughterhouse Sex and drugs and dirty money On the race to rule the world You cut your teeth on fame and diamonds Your time is up now, three, two, one
Verse 1 *Joell Ortiz* No I Dont Respond Wit Answers That Fit A Script So The Repitition Will Make A Nigga Flip We In The Game Of Smokin Mirrors Those
[Intro: Joe Budden] Lord.. Please continue to guide, direct, and protect my niggaz From the world, and from themselves [Chorus: Joe Budden] Lord can
Wick, wick-wi-wick-wi-wick-wick-wack" "Wick-wick-wick-wack" [Royce Da 5'9"] OHH! My nigga Spyda is BACK! 5'9", that's me, I'm back baby Slaughterhouse
[Intro: M.O.P.] Hahaha... they think they rid ourselves We definitely got to give the drummer somethin (c'mon!) Slaughterhouse (c'mon!) M.O.P. (c'mon!)
a option You're nothin' without focus Woo, Long Beach (Lay your seats back) New Jersey (Turn your speakers up) Brooklyn We we, we lyrical murderers (Detroit) Welcome to the Slaughterhouse
They on the same bullshit that Mike was on You're lookin' at the unseen, missin' and to the unheard I kill your career with one word Slaughterhouse You
By night I return to the storage shed, Anxious to catch a glimpse of the dead, Nervously, I unbolt the door, Making my way into this abatoir... Hot air
And if the accident will, well we'll both fade away And I'll leave you still, and we will both be safe Say you're safe, your life will pass away Only
[Joell Ortiz] Aiyyo Joey what you said, 24 right? Aight cool, I got you Uhh, I define gutter - every time I rhyme I climb up another notch, hip-hop got
The ires burn red, Like hell's inferno In The Slaughterhouse The chainsaws roar, In deadly thunder In The Slaughterhouse Destined to kill He slays at
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