I wanna kiss, kiss, kiss [x4]
[Verse 1:]
[Royce da 5'9":]
Nickel Nina nigga Twitter beefing, first rapper that shot a fan
Gucci's my absolute state of mind, like Waka's man
Chopper's brand, getting head in the car park, new Gallardo
This bitch sucking my dick today, call it yesterday's news tomorrow
Stretch a nigga out, I'm the new Tae-bo,
'Bout to cross over, I'm the new IOVA
'Bout to saves a couple of these bitches, that's right, I'm the new Bible
You? You 5.0, me? I'm all grounded to punishments, but I'm too fly though
Y'all niggas be whinin', I should call you Moscato
[Eminem:]
Look down at the floorboard
Looks like someone left a pair of stiletto shoes in my Tahoe
Never know just what type of a ho inside of my ride I may let
Last night went to 5AM, and she ain't even recover from last Friday yet
Hos all over the ride like it's an ice cream truck, I can see why they fret
I already ran over two hos and I ain't get out the fucking drive way yet
Soon as I open the door, you try to resist, what for?
Get in girl, don't front shorty you're,
Fightin' an unwinnable war
It's useless like tits on a boar or little tits on a whore
Got 'em acting like spoiled brats; kickin' and screamin' like little kids
Throwing fits on the floor
Get in the whip but you ain't turning, this frog into a prince
Why you tryna keep convincing me for?
[Hook:]
I wanna kiss, kiss, kiss (No you don't)
I wanna kiss, kiss, kiss (Not from me)
I wanna kiss, kiss, kiss (Not on the lips are you crazy? Maybe the cheek but that's all you gon' get from me)
[Verse 2:]
[Eminem:]
Now you in my whip just long as you understand that I can't be whipped
You say companionship, I say abandon ship, I'm a gigolo so you know
I'm always on the go, I ain't got no time to slow down for no relationshiT
Drop the "P" and add a "T", yeah, you can get mad at me all you want
But I'm ghost before you can even say boo, hun, let alone call me one!
A one-night stand is all he wants, with a female fan, yeah, one like Stan
And he's so about a one-night stand his bedroom has two lamps and only one nightstand
Get the hint? Ooh yeah boo, ew! I ain't finna argue
But why do you think they call it boo?
Yeah, cause the sound of it s'posed to scare you!
[Royce da 5'9":]
Oh ho, we can share you, in the back of the McLaren
I don't give a fuck what your name is, we gon' call you "Hot" and "Bi"
Hope you bi, in the mean time your name is Sharon
Slow the flow down so I can what?
Tell you same face I make when I'm shooting the guns the same face that I make when I fuck!
Feel the back of my hand on your neck pressing your face against the sheets it's insane
You vin change, cause I'm outta this world girl I got that Milky Way dick vein
I'm at an all-time high with highness, I'm at an all-time fly with flyness
And this is exactly what they say when they bow to your highness
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
[Royce da 5'9":]
Nickel Nina nigga Twitter beefing, first rapper that I shot a fan
(Push your cheek out the car while it's moving like Waka's man)
Her bottom's dark, but her top is tan, her private parts
Got her on the pole like the opposite of her papa's plans
(Come on stripper, let's hit the strip 180 throw in reverse and drop the trance!
I'm in a trance, now look at this bitch dance)
Looking at this tramp, like what you wearing girl, quit playing
(Yeah bitch in them scratch and sniff pants, well let me scratch 'em)
Let me sniff, yeah
What? Did I say that?
I'm on lean like Styrofoam cups and kickstands
[Eminem:]
Middle finger stuck on fuck, sniff pants
But girl you got a butt like no if and's, so yeah what the hell, maybe,
Aw hell, Shady, he'll tell it like it is
So tell Katy Perry he's on her tail, he's tailgating,
These bells are my mating call and I'm here, bell's waiting, and tell Lady
Gaga, she can quit her job at the post office, she's still a male lady (OH!)
Wouldn't fuck her with her dick you heard it, the verdict's in, he's allergic to divas
He'd take meat cleavers to 'em him don't give a damn how bieber do him?
What a demon, a behemoth evil just seems to be seething through him
[Royce da 5'9":]
I like the little strip tease you doing, this evening you and me gon' find
Three more chickadees and have a menage like Nicki
You hot like a Dickie outfit in Texas without shit under it, sweating
Suck my dick, we both gets to stepping to my logic
[Eminem:]
My God trick, my dick is as hard and thick as a yardstick
What are we gonna do? Ride around 'til we're carsick?
I'm gonna put this shit in park like dog shit!
And you can blow me in the dark of the parking lot
Of the trailer park by the garbage
What you waiting on? Me to roll out the carpet?
The condoms are in the glove compartment, let's start it!
Think I'm joking? What, am I sitting here
Tryna make fake farts with my armpits?
Tryna get you to spit pop through your nose?
Am I here to amuse you? Stop it
[Royce da 5'9":]
I'm in your pocket outside of a church
The other hand reaching for the bottom of your purse
You giving me head in a boxing stance
My dick's so big you could drop it in dirt
I'm not your man, we're sparring partners
There's five things you are in charge of, that's:
Sucking a dick, sucking a dick, sucking a dick
Sucking a dick, sucking a dick
[Eminem:]
If you ain't sucking a dick, why you sitting there
With puckered lips? That's collagen, motherfucking bitch
What you mean how'd you, get suckered into this?
You gon' jump into my truck and then try to get truculent?
(You should be suffering, you should be cooking
You should be buckling your seatbelt with oven mitts)
Excuse me while I'm making an ass of myself
But it's only cause I just wanna get
[Hook]
[Royce da 5'9":]
Nickel Nina nigga Twitter beefing, first rapper that shot a fan!
Lighters lyrics - Bad Meets Evil (feat. Bruno Mars)
[Bruno Mars:]
This one's for you and me, living out our dreams
We're all right where we should be
with my arms out wide I open my eyes
And now all I wanna see
Is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters
[Eminem:]
By the time you hear this I will have already spiralled up
I would never do nothing to let you cowards fuck my world up
If I was you I would duck, or get struck, like lightning,
Fighters keep fighting, put your lighters up, point em' skyward uh
Had a dream, I was king, I woke up, still king
This rap game's nipple is mine for the milking,
Till nobody else even fucking feels me, till' it kills me
I swear to God I'll be the fucking illest in this music
There is or there ever will be, disagree?
Feel free, but from now on I'm refusing to ever give up
Only thing I ever gave up using's no more excuses
Excuse me if my head is too big for this building
And pardon me if I'm a cocky prick but you cocks are slick
Popping shit on how you flipped ya life around, crock-o-shit
Who you dicks tryna kid, flipped dick, you did opposite
You stayed the same, cause cock backwards is still cock you pricks
I love it when I tell em shove it
Cause it wasn't that, long ago when Marshall sat, flustered lack, lustered
Cause he couldn't cut mustard, muster up, nothing
Brain fuzzy, cause he's buzzin', woke up from that buzzin'
Now you wonder why he does it, how he does it
Wasn't cause he had buzzards circlin' around his head
Waiting for him to drop dead, was it?
Or was it cause them bitches wrote him off
Little hussy ass, scuzzes, fuck it, guess it doesn't matter now, does it
What difference it make?
What it take to get it through your thick skulls
That this ain't some bullshit
People don't usually come back this way
From a place that was dark as I was in
Just to get to this place
Now let these words be like a switch blade to a haters rib cage
And let it be known that from this day forward
I wanna just say thanks cause your hate is what gave me the strength
So let em bic's raise cause I came with 5'9" but I feel like I'm 6'8″!
[Bruno Mars:]
This one's for you and me, living out our dreams
We're all right where we should be
With my arms out wide I open my eyes
And now all I wanna see
Is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters
[Royce Da 5'9":]
By the time you hear this I'll probably already be outtie
I advance like going from toting iron to going and buying 4 or 5 of the homies the iron man Audi
My daddy told me slow down, boy, you goin' to blow it
And I ain't gotta stop the beat a minute
To tell Shady I love him the same way that he did, Dr. Dre on the Chronic
Tell him how real he is or how high I am
Or how I would kill for him for him to know it
I cried plenty tears, my daddy got a bad back
So it's only right that I write till he can march right into that post office and tell em to hang it up
Now his career's Lebron's jersey in 20 years
I'll stop when I'm at the very top
You shitted on me on your way up
It's 'bout to be a scary drop
Cause what goes up, must come down
You going down on something you don't wanna see, like a hairy box
Every hour, happy hour now
Life is wacky now
Used to have to eat the cat to get the pussy
Now I'm just the cats meooww, ow
Classic cow, always down for the catch weight like Pacquiao
Ya'll are doomed
I remember when T-Pain ain't wanna work with me
My car starts itself, parks itself and autotunes
Cause now I'm in the Aston
I went from having my city locked up
To getting treated like Kwame Kilpatrick
And now I'm fantastic
Compared to a weed high
And y'all niggas just gossipin' like bitches on a radio and TV
See me, we fly
Y'all bugging out like Wendy Williams staring at a bee-hive
And how real is that
I remember signing my first deal and now I'm the second best, I can deal with that
Now Bruno can show his ass, without the MTV awards gag...
[Bruno Mars:]
You and I know what it's like to be kicked down
Forced to fight
But tonight, we're alright
So hold up your lights
Let it shine
Cause, this one's for you and me, living out our dreams
We're all right where we should be
With my arms out wide, I open my eyes
And now all I wanna see
Is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters
This one's for you and me, living out our dreams
We're all right where we should be
with my arms out wide I open my eyes
And now all I wanna see
Is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters
[Eminem:]
By the time you hear this I will have already spiralled up
I would never do nothing to let you cowards fuck my world up
If I was you I would duck, or get struck, like lightning,
Fighters keep fighting, put your lighters up, point em' skyward uh
Had a dream, I was king, I woke up, still king
This rap game's nipple is mine for the milking,
Till nobody else even fucking feels me, till' it kills me
I swear to God I'll be the fucking illest in this music
There is or there ever will be, disagree?
Feel free, but from now on I'm refusing to ever give up
Only thing I ever gave up using's no more excuses
Excuse me if my head is too big for this building
And pardon me if I'm a cocky prick but you cocks are slick
Popping shit on how you flipped ya life around, crock-o-shit
Who you dicks tryna kid, flipped dick, you did opposite
You stayed the same, cause cock backwards is still cock you pricks
I love it when I tell em shove it
Cause it wasn't that, long ago when Marshall sat, flustered lack, lustered
Cause he couldn't cut mustard, muster up, nothing
Brain fuzzy, cause he's buzzin', woke up from that buzzin'
Now you wonder why he does it, how he does it
Wasn't cause he had buzzards circlin' around his head
Waiting for him to drop dead, was it?
Or was it cause them bitches wrote him off
Little hussy ass, scuzzes, fuck it, guess it doesn't matter now, does it
What difference it make?
What it take to get it through your thick skulls
That this ain't some bullshit
People don't usually come back this way
From a place that was dark as I was in
Just to get to this place
Now let these words be like a switch blade to a haters rib cage
And let it be known that from this day forward
I wanna just say thanks cause your hate is what gave me the strength
So let em bic's raise cause I came with 5'9" but I feel like I'm 6'8″!
[Bruno Mars:]
This one's for you and me, living out our dreams
We're all right where we should be
With my arms out wide I open my eyes
And now all I wanna see
Is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters
[Royce Da 5'9":]
By the time you hear this I'll probably already be outtie
I advance like going from toting iron to going and buying 4 or 5 of the homies the iron man Audi
My daddy told me slow down, boy, you goin' to blow it
And I ain't gotta stop the beat a minute
To tell Shady I love him the same way that he did, Dr. Dre on the Chronic
Tell him how real he is or how high I am
Or how I would kill for him for him to know it
I cried plenty tears, my daddy got a bad back
So it's only right that I write till he can march right into that post office and tell em to hang it up
Now his career's Lebron's jersey in 20 years
I'll stop when I'm at the very top
You shitted on me on your way up
It's 'bout to be a scary drop
Cause what goes up, must come down
You going down on something you don't wanna see, like a hairy box
Every hour, happy hour now
Life is wacky now
Used to have to eat the cat to get the pussy
Now I'm just the cats meooww, ow
Classic cow, always down for the catch weight like Pacquiao
Ya'll are doomed
I remember when T-Pain ain't wanna work with me
My car starts itself, parks itself and autotunes
Cause now I'm in the Aston
I went from having my city locked up
To getting treated like Kwame Kilpatrick
And now I'm fantastic
Compared to a weed high
And y'all niggas just gossipin' like bitches on a radio and TV
See me, we fly
Y'all bugging out like Wendy Williams staring at a bee-hive
And how real is that
I remember signing my first deal and now I'm the second best, I can deal with that
Now Bruno can show his ass, without the MTV awards gag...
[Bruno Mars:]
You and I know what it's like to be kicked down
Forced to fight
But tonight, we're alright
So hold up your lights
Let it shine
Cause, this one's for you and me, living out our dreams
We're all right where we should be
With my arms out wide, I open my eyes
And now all I wanna see
Is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters
Take From Me lyrics - Bad Meets Evil (feat. Claret Jai)
You're going to be okay, kid. You're going to be okay
[Hook: Claret Jai]
Is everything not enough?
What more can I give up?
Is there anyone that I can trust?
I give you my all and you still take from me
[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]
Uh
Always been the type of dude that'll feed my clique
I know that without the fans, I ain't shit
But y'all better read my lips; I don't spit raps this I'll
For you to just hack and steal and leak my shit, so peep my drift
I hope y'all don't think y'all helping me out with that shit
That shit's stressin' me out
Nickel nine is blowin' up
Christmas time, you should hang my album on top of your fireplace
Cause around that time, my stocking is goin' up
Feels like a victory, bittersweet
Cause the bigger I get, the bigger the wedge
Between the relationship of me and my bigger bro
Hear what I said?
Feels like the shit was wished on me
Everything I do for the nigga, and the nigga know
I would do anything for him,
But the nigga refuse to quit just straight shittin' on me
Keepin' your distance? Probably best
If you don't wanna fuck with me
But you know me probably best, fuck pity
You want that? You know it's Laila Ali's chest: Tough titty!
The problems, you got a problem, you think that I'm already set
So I'm a look down on you? Just be proud of me, you already got my respect
I ain't tryina say something I regret, so I'm a just stop, chasing the pain
Let you deal with the fact we don't get along
Cause I got a big face in the game
Sometimes I feel like "fuck my life, " I fuck with a few niggas
That I know that If my chick was a shady ho,
Niggas wouldn't think twice 'fore they fuck my wife
Guess that's the difference in friends and associates,
I done been broke, I done been through the motions
I don't pay no attention to birds,
I use my scope and I tend to the vultures
No one ever blows up your phone just to talk,
I don't make money just to loan it to y'all
Tell a nigga that the new album is like
Dialing and then talking to a hole in the wall
Please look at these expenses, these niggas expensive
If I gotta lend you money every time I see you
Just to be your friend, bitch, I don't really need your friendship.
[Hook]
[Bridge: Claret Jai]
I give, and I give
And you take, and you take
And you just walk away without nothing to say, you just take from me
You just take from me
[Verse 2: Eminem]
I live in a bubble, I struggle with the fame
Trouble as the pain grows double; give a fuck what you say
When my music you take so subtle, just to give it away
To people who don't even appreciate flows, mothafucka, I'm livid today
Cause I break my back to give you my art, you steal my thoughts
It's like driving a spike through my heart
You might not think it's that big of a deal to steal from me
But music is all I got
Aside from my daughters, not to sound like a martyr
But it's getting harder than I thought
To not just go crazy, trapped in this house, I'm about to just snap
Am I not deserving of what I got, did I not work for it?
Put it all in every record that I record
Well then please tell me why on this Earth
Lord does it keep happening, I keep rapping
But I wonder sometimes is it worth all the bullshit
Cause it feels like a down, there ain't no gettin up from
But I won't let it get me down, I won't succumb
I'm anything but glum, so fuck 'em!
They'll appreciate me when I'm gone; they'll say it was I'll, right?
The way I kill mics? But the way I feel right now
It just feels like I'm so done with this shit I might as well wipe
I have nothing else to give you, nothing left to contribute
Farewell I bid you, but before I go, my last gift to you
Ladies and gentlemen, Slaughterhouse I give you!
[Hook]
[Hook: Claret Jai]
Is everything not enough?
What more can I give up?
Is there anyone that I can trust?
I give you my all and you still take from me
[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]
Uh
Always been the type of dude that'll feed my clique
I know that without the fans, I ain't shit
But y'all better read my lips; I don't spit raps this I'll
For you to just hack and steal and leak my shit, so peep my drift
I hope y'all don't think y'all helping me out with that shit
That shit's stressin' me out
Nickel nine is blowin' up
Christmas time, you should hang my album on top of your fireplace
Cause around that time, my stocking is goin' up
Feels like a victory, bittersweet
Cause the bigger I get, the bigger the wedge
Between the relationship of me and my bigger bro
Hear what I said?
Feels like the shit was wished on me
Everything I do for the nigga, and the nigga know
I would do anything for him,
But the nigga refuse to quit just straight shittin' on me
Keepin' your distance? Probably best
If you don't wanna fuck with me
But you know me probably best, fuck pity
You want that? You know it's Laila Ali's chest: Tough titty!
The problems, you got a problem, you think that I'm already set
So I'm a look down on you? Just be proud of me, you already got my respect
I ain't tryina say something I regret, so I'm a just stop, chasing the pain
Let you deal with the fact we don't get along
Cause I got a big face in the game
Sometimes I feel like "fuck my life, " I fuck with a few niggas
That I know that If my chick was a shady ho,
Niggas wouldn't think twice 'fore they fuck my wife
Guess that's the difference in friends and associates,
I done been broke, I done been through the motions
I don't pay no attention to birds,
I use my scope and I tend to the vultures
No one ever blows up your phone just to talk,
I don't make money just to loan it to y'all
Tell a nigga that the new album is like
Dialing and then talking to a hole in the wall
Please look at these expenses, these niggas expensive
If I gotta lend you money every time I see you
Just to be your friend, bitch, I don't really need your friendship.
[Hook]
[Bridge: Claret Jai]
I give, and I give
And you take, and you take
And you just walk away without nothing to say, you just take from me
You just take from me
[Verse 2: Eminem]
I live in a bubble, I struggle with the fame
Trouble as the pain grows double; give a fuck what you say
When my music you take so subtle, just to give it away
To people who don't even appreciate flows, mothafucka, I'm livid today
Cause I break my back to give you my art, you steal my thoughts
It's like driving a spike through my heart
You might not think it's that big of a deal to steal from me
But music is all I got
Aside from my daughters, not to sound like a martyr
But it's getting harder than I thought
To not just go crazy, trapped in this house, I'm about to just snap
Am I not deserving of what I got, did I not work for it?
Put it all in every record that I record
Well then please tell me why on this Earth
Lord does it keep happening, I keep rapping
But I wonder sometimes is it worth all the bullshit
Cause it feels like a down, there ain't no gettin up from
But I won't let it get me down, I won't succumb
I'm anything but glum, so fuck 'em!
They'll appreciate me when I'm gone; they'll say it was I'll, right?
The way I kill mics? But the way I feel right now
It just feels like I'm so done with this shit I might as well wipe
I have nothing else to give you, nothing left to contribute
Farewell I bid you, but before I go, my last gift to you
Ladies and gentlemen, Slaughterhouse I give you!
[Hook]
Loud Noises lyrics - Bad Meets Evil (feat. Slaughterhouse)
[Verse 1: Eminem]
Life handed me lemons
I jumped back into the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it
By now you just wish I'd fucking die but I electrify
Get electrocuted, executed by an executioner of my flow
Too quick for the human eye to detect zooming by
(Chick-chick-chick-chick-ah!) Guess who, what's happening guys?
They told me to shit, I fell off that pot
Hopped right back up on that crapper and I
Said "fuck It" with a capital I
Look who's back to antagonize
You don't like it? You can eat shit, fuck off little faggot and die
You're right back like a maggot on my dick grabbing at my,
Shit better get to the back of the line
You wanna get your shot at me what kinda crap is that battle
What kind of rapper would I be-'fore I let another rapper think he's hot
I'll bury my face in his stinky twat and go alalalala!
Girl my head space is limited, ain't even room in the back of my mind
That's why I ain't thinking about you, I don't got time and I told you a thousand times
So how can I find the time to put an alkaline battery in Royce's back
And at the same time put juice in mine?
Goddamn it! Slaughterhouse is signed!
SLAUGHTERHOUSE!
[Verse 2: Crooked I]
I'm a - menace villain, my pen is sitting spilling, my lyrics killing
Then I let you witness shit when it hit the ceiling
The niggas willing to give the listeners the sickest feeling
Like mixing some Benadryl and penicillin
Then I'm filling the clip with a written
Can you picture my pistol drilling?
A million women and children when I'm illing
But it isn't real, it's a rap
On the realest of rap
How could you possibly stop the Apocalypse
When I'm atomic bombing the populous
Shock the metropolis hostile as a kid
Popping the Glock at his moms and his pops
Then he hops in his drop with his iPod rocking the Slaughterish
Documentation and lyrics I write with confidence
Write like a columnist slash novelist
I'm in this game to demolish it, establish my dominance
Over prominent rappers you popping shit 'til you opposite
I can spit ominous so spit politics now I'm Haile Selassie, Gandhi, and Pac
Of this hip hop genre, bitch!
SLAUGHTERHOUSE!
[Verse 3: Royce da 5'9'']
Lyrically I'm a cocaine Altoid
Ability told brain it's a no brain bout boy
Physically I'm literally a cocaine cowboy
Wait wait, did I just go almost four bars without talking about my big dick?
The other day me and your thick bitch had a great date and we ate cake
And then we walked and then she tried to jack me off but she lost
Cause she couldn't handle my shake weight, I sweared
Irony of Ryan is I am bipolar while I'm rhyming
Standing beside a big old (big old) white bear!
Neither one of us fight fair, you are literally looking at Woody and Wesley in a movie
Where the white boy ain't got to jump, nowhere cause I'm here
Nigga I'm on fire yeah! and I'm every bitch's dream
One, two, I'm coming for you, I'm a big old (big old) Nightmare!
Nigga this is slaughter stepping up
I'll pretty much slap your ass and tell you to shut the fuck up!
After that I'll slap your ass again and tell you to shut the fuck up shutting up!
And that's how you body a fucking beat!
SLAUGHTERHOUSE!
[Verse 4: Joell Ortiz]
I should be the one that goes slow, nah!
Get a stopwatch, clock my flow
Hit the button on top watch the drug drop
O O dot dot O, Yaowa
When I drop I go outer space
Blackout like Darth Vader's face
Placed in a molten shower
Say something and get them proper
Mama poppa pouring out vodka
Mama Mia, Em pass me the scissors there's visitors in the Slaughterhouse casa
Better jet boy go home, better jet boy G4 chrome,
Better jet boy Mark Sanchez, Santanio Holmes, I'm not just any old homeboy!
Sitting in a lab picking up a pad
I be spitting bad, I'm a get you mad with this gift I have
Lord duck sufferin' succotash when the trigger blast
I'm a put your beak on your fitted hat
Where the liquor at? Sip of yak
Bad bitch and a vicious track I relididax
Sly Pro Tools to boast Joe smooth I coast to the West like where Crooked livin' at
New York here's a piggyback ride to the motherland
Hold on brotherman, on the other hand get down
I'm gutter fam, gun butt you with the Eagle handle Cunningham
I don't wanna talk, I just wanna beef
I don't want a piece, I want it all baby boy
I don't wanna eat, I wanna feast stuff my cheeks with raw pieces of shit
You done weak, I'm the one, capiche?
SLAUGHTERHOUSE!
[Verse 5: Joe Budden]
Uh, Insane what they call us
How you married to the game but you prolly shouldn't have came to the altar
Every bar like propane for the sawed-off, using a hammer to forge you
Eminem, Mr. Porter, slaughter my sentiment's imminent torture
All of you feminine marauders, that's women at war
Men will assault you, Tommy's and bats that resemble Lasorda
Kidnap your trembling daughter, at least a quarter
Of administering supporters, got an aura more like Sodom and Gomorrah
Normally something's wrong with me
Blame it on the quantity of the porn I see on the pause to me
When I fix the game they'll think shit came with a warranty
How the fuck are they gonna stop when I was born to be
Corner me, shit belong to me, two choices, you can get along with me
Or sit your faggot ass right there in dormancy
Wait, all you missing is heels to be Ru Paul
Ain't nobody that's real ever knew y'all
Second to none and I'm dealing with Marshall
This time I never come down, deal with the blue balls
You ain't gotta fear me but you'll respect me
Niggas who never met me threaten me, want to gillete me
Coming to a sword fight against a machete
Swinging spaghetti like it's heavy some said he deserve an ESPY
In a Chevy like Andretti, put the Dezzy where his chest be
SLAUGHTERHOUSE!
Life handed me lemons
I jumped back into the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it
By now you just wish I'd fucking die but I electrify
Get electrocuted, executed by an executioner of my flow
Too quick for the human eye to detect zooming by
(Chick-chick-chick-chick-ah!) Guess who, what's happening guys?
They told me to shit, I fell off that pot
Hopped right back up on that crapper and I
Said "fuck It" with a capital I
Look who's back to antagonize
You don't like it? You can eat shit, fuck off little faggot and die
You're right back like a maggot on my dick grabbing at my,
Shit better get to the back of the line
You wanna get your shot at me what kinda crap is that battle
What kind of rapper would I be-'fore I let another rapper think he's hot
I'll bury my face in his stinky twat and go alalalala!
Girl my head space is limited, ain't even room in the back of my mind
That's why I ain't thinking about you, I don't got time and I told you a thousand times
So how can I find the time to put an alkaline battery in Royce's back
And at the same time put juice in mine?
Goddamn it! Slaughterhouse is signed!
SLAUGHTERHOUSE!
[Verse 2: Crooked I]
I'm a - menace villain, my pen is sitting spilling, my lyrics killing
Then I let you witness shit when it hit the ceiling
The niggas willing to give the listeners the sickest feeling
Like mixing some Benadryl and penicillin
Then I'm filling the clip with a written
Can you picture my pistol drilling?
A million women and children when I'm illing
But it isn't real, it's a rap
On the realest of rap
How could you possibly stop the Apocalypse
When I'm atomic bombing the populous
Shock the metropolis hostile as a kid
Popping the Glock at his moms and his pops
Then he hops in his drop with his iPod rocking the Slaughterish
Documentation and lyrics I write with confidence
Write like a columnist slash novelist
I'm in this game to demolish it, establish my dominance
Over prominent rappers you popping shit 'til you opposite
I can spit ominous so spit politics now I'm Haile Selassie, Gandhi, and Pac
Of this hip hop genre, bitch!
SLAUGHTERHOUSE!
[Verse 3: Royce da 5'9'']
Lyrically I'm a cocaine Altoid
Ability told brain it's a no brain bout boy
Physically I'm literally a cocaine cowboy
Wait wait, did I just go almost four bars without talking about my big dick?
The other day me and your thick bitch had a great date and we ate cake
And then we walked and then she tried to jack me off but she lost
Cause she couldn't handle my shake weight, I sweared
Irony of Ryan is I am bipolar while I'm rhyming
Standing beside a big old (big old) white bear!
Neither one of us fight fair, you are literally looking at Woody and Wesley in a movie
Where the white boy ain't got to jump, nowhere cause I'm here
Nigga I'm on fire yeah! and I'm every bitch's dream
One, two, I'm coming for you, I'm a big old (big old) Nightmare!
Nigga this is slaughter stepping up
I'll pretty much slap your ass and tell you to shut the fuck up!
After that I'll slap your ass again and tell you to shut the fuck up shutting up!
And that's how you body a fucking beat!
SLAUGHTERHOUSE!
[Verse 4: Joell Ortiz]
I should be the one that goes slow, nah!
Get a stopwatch, clock my flow
Hit the button on top watch the drug drop
O O dot dot O, Yaowa
When I drop I go outer space
Blackout like Darth Vader's face
Placed in a molten shower
Say something and get them proper
Mama poppa pouring out vodka
Mama Mia, Em pass me the scissors there's visitors in the Slaughterhouse casa
Better jet boy go home, better jet boy G4 chrome,
Better jet boy Mark Sanchez, Santanio Holmes, I'm not just any old homeboy!
Sitting in a lab picking up a pad
I be spitting bad, I'm a get you mad with this gift I have
Lord duck sufferin' succotash when the trigger blast
I'm a put your beak on your fitted hat
Where the liquor at? Sip of yak
Bad bitch and a vicious track I relididax
Sly Pro Tools to boast Joe smooth I coast to the West like where Crooked livin' at
New York here's a piggyback ride to the motherland
Hold on brotherman, on the other hand get down
I'm gutter fam, gun butt you with the Eagle handle Cunningham
I don't wanna talk, I just wanna beef
I don't want a piece, I want it all baby boy
I don't wanna eat, I wanna feast stuff my cheeks with raw pieces of shit
You done weak, I'm the one, capiche?
SLAUGHTERHOUSE!
[Verse 5: Joe Budden]
Uh, Insane what they call us
How you married to the game but you prolly shouldn't have came to the altar
Every bar like propane for the sawed-off, using a hammer to forge you
Eminem, Mr. Porter, slaughter my sentiment's imminent torture
All of you feminine marauders, that's women at war
Men will assault you, Tommy's and bats that resemble Lasorda
Kidnap your trembling daughter, at least a quarter
Of administering supporters, got an aura more like Sodom and Gomorrah
Normally something's wrong with me
Blame it on the quantity of the porn I see on the pause to me
When I fix the game they'll think shit came with a warranty
How the fuck are they gonna stop when I was born to be
Corner me, shit belong to me, two choices, you can get along with me
Or sit your faggot ass right there in dormancy
Wait, all you missing is heels to be Ru Paul
Ain't nobody that's real ever knew y'all
Second to none and I'm dealing with Marshall
This time I never come down, deal with the blue balls
You ain't gotta fear me but you'll respect me
Niggas who never met me threaten me, want to gillete me
Coming to a sword fight against a machete
Swinging spaghetti like it's heavy some said he deserve an ESPY
In a Chevy like Andretti, put the Dezzy where his chest be
SLAUGHTERHOUSE!
Living Proof lyrics - Bad Meets Evil
Don't stop
Don't stop
[Royce Da 5' 9":]
Yeah, Bad and Evil is (BACK),
We 'bout to get into a tail of gunner that details the dungeon
Just as the pale moon illuminates the hail and thundering
'O1's the year I fell from blundering
Shady lifted his wing than I fell from under it
Now I'm free falling, my career is gone into re-calling
Regardless of who's fault I was speed balling
God bubble wrapped me and dropped me on top of the Earth
Then Marshall double backed and got me from on top of a Hearse
I'm alive nigga
Justin T, ain't got nothing on me, cause I done cried Mary J. Blige rivers
I realized that God's with us
As soon as I decided to put that bottle down and pick up my Todd Bridges
The writings on the wall
Since nigga's seen me at the baseball game with Shady and Jay-Z, suddenly everybody calls
Like I'm just checking on you, dog
While I throw up this message on the stall
[Chorus:]
When them bottles stop popping and them dollars start stopping, do what you did to get it and don't stop
(Don't stop) I made a promise to my momma, I'm a out-live her, how can I be a quitter when haters don't stop
(Don't stop) I'm living proof, nigga- it's pretty safe to say
God giveth and God taketh away
It's the worldwide American way
I'm living proof, nigga...
[Eminem:]
Your body language is saying your confidence is gone
Well pick ya-ass up lil' homie, come on
You just gon' sit there and take it, or make 'em suck it, tell 'em where to shove it
Straight up you gon' make love to the world or you gonna fuck it?
The last time that life kicked me in the ass, I pulled down it's pants and put a foot up it's ass
Man, what a catas
Trophy it'd be for me to be a bitch-ass pussy
And not open a can of whoop-ass let you piss-ants whoop me
Would be the day I say I ate poop
Shit the day that I don't straight shoot, I'll drop out of my anti-women hate group
Say I'm a sissy faggot, record it play it back and put it on straight loop
You haters look like you ate a grapefruit
To see me climbing back on that wagon, got my swagga back, I was dragging
Hopped back on it, grab the reigns on that bastard
And came back on 'em without remorse man, man of course
I'm a one trick pony, cause I'll be screaming on these whores till I'm hoarse
[Chorus]
[Royce Da 5' 9":]
Nah I ain't fading yet, I'd rather stay and rap
I mighta made a debt, but I find excitement in wondering what I'm a write next, so I don't stay in debt
Me broke, you might as well cut the embryo out my momma
And play catch with the baby with AK's with baby bayonets
I'm a get rich or I'm a die trying
That's why it's either kill or be killed, so call me suicide-homocide Ryan
[Eminem:]
There's a bomb inside my head, I'm a live wire I am
On the edge teetering on it like a totter, I might get on a nut like a tire iron
I have no desire stopping so why would I drop and roll, that's how much on fire I am
Rappers are fun and I'm the time, cause I'm just flying by 'em
And I'm laughing at 'em the entire time why am I up?
Cause tribulations I have triumphed bitch, I'm fired up
So one time for me to just let your fucking lighter light the sky up
[Chorus]
Don't stop
[Royce Da 5' 9":]
Yeah, Bad and Evil is (BACK),
We 'bout to get into a tail of gunner that details the dungeon
Just as the pale moon illuminates the hail and thundering
'O1's the year I fell from blundering
Shady lifted his wing than I fell from under it
Now I'm free falling, my career is gone into re-calling
Regardless of who's fault I was speed balling
God bubble wrapped me and dropped me on top of the Earth
Then Marshall double backed and got me from on top of a Hearse
I'm alive nigga
Justin T, ain't got nothing on me, cause I done cried Mary J. Blige rivers
I realized that God's with us
As soon as I decided to put that bottle down and pick up my Todd Bridges
The writings on the wall
Since nigga's seen me at the baseball game with Shady and Jay-Z, suddenly everybody calls
Like I'm just checking on you, dog
While I throw up this message on the stall
[Chorus:]
When them bottles stop popping and them dollars start stopping, do what you did to get it and don't stop
(Don't stop) I made a promise to my momma, I'm a out-live her, how can I be a quitter when haters don't stop
(Don't stop) I'm living proof, nigga- it's pretty safe to say
God giveth and God taketh away
It's the worldwide American way
I'm living proof, nigga...
[Eminem:]
Your body language is saying your confidence is gone
Well pick ya-ass up lil' homie, come on
You just gon' sit there and take it, or make 'em suck it, tell 'em where to shove it
Straight up you gon' make love to the world or you gonna fuck it?
The last time that life kicked me in the ass, I pulled down it's pants and put a foot up it's ass
Man, what a catas
Trophy it'd be for me to be a bitch-ass pussy
And not open a can of whoop-ass let you piss-ants whoop me
Would be the day I say I ate poop
Shit the day that I don't straight shoot, I'll drop out of my anti-women hate group
Say I'm a sissy faggot, record it play it back and put it on straight loop
You haters look like you ate a grapefruit
To see me climbing back on that wagon, got my swagga back, I was dragging
Hopped back on it, grab the reigns on that bastard
And came back on 'em without remorse man, man of course
I'm a one trick pony, cause I'll be screaming on these whores till I'm hoarse
[Chorus]
[Royce Da 5' 9":]
Nah I ain't fading yet, I'd rather stay and rap
I mighta made a debt, but I find excitement in wondering what I'm a write next, so I don't stay in debt
Me broke, you might as well cut the embryo out my momma
And play catch with the baby with AK's with baby bayonets
I'm a get rich or I'm a die trying
That's why it's either kill or be killed, so call me suicide-homocide Ryan
[Eminem:]
There's a bomb inside my head, I'm a live wire I am
On the edge teetering on it like a totter, I might get on a nut like a tire iron
I have no desire stopping so why would I drop and roll, that's how much on fire I am
Rappers are fun and I'm the time, cause I'm just flying by 'em
And I'm laughing at 'em the entire time why am I up?
Cause tribulations I have triumphed bitch, I'm fired up
So one time for me to just let your fucking lighter light the sky up
[Chorus]
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