- Slaughterhouse Sun Doobie 歌詞
- Slaughterhouse
- 'Get more for your money, when you ***** with Mr. Porter-r-r-r-r...'[Joell Ortiz]
As long as
I got my pen
I don't need a friend
We got ears that we each'll lend each other, my brother just hollered at me again
He said he tired of all the lyin, deceivin and*****-ridin the people providin on every beat but when
I do it it's stupid,
I bruise it like a bad *******
I lose it, my music's a movement and they just mad stiff
I told 'em it's mathematical in this pad lift
Point 'em out and
I will subtract him, with an ad lib
See the fact is (what)
I'm a bastard
How can I not be (Macho, Man)?
I'm a (Savage)
In the past
I was passive, now
I'm mad *******
I 'm spazzin, you get an
Adidas classic where yo' ass is[Royce Da 5'9']
Eh-eh, eh-eh,
Nickel ain't the one at all
Snatch your vocal chords out then plug 'em in my wall
You a knife at a gun fight, our *******t is raw
You a *******, you're silverware in a civil war
The Slaughterhouse wolf pack, riders under the moon
The reason you itchin wit'cha lighter under your spoon
I'm a lover, the lead bustin is old to me
You put your head in her butt,
I headbutt the ovaries
God dipped me in war paint for all weathers
I'm Mr. spill the liquor on my alcohol tether
No need to ride with nobody,
I feel the heat can help me
Your jean's skinnier than
Em is when he eatin healthy, hahaha[Chorus]
WHOA, WHOA,
WHOAWHOA,
WHOA, WHOA,
Shaaady!WH
OA, WHOA,
WHOA, WHOA
WHOA, WHOA,
WHOA, WHOA{'Mr. Porter-r-r-r-r...'}[JoeBudden]
Outnumbered, outspoken, outcasted
Outweighed outrageous odds and outlasted
Outlandish, so
I learned to outwit 'em
I outsmart 'em, outgrew 'em,
I outdid 'em
Cream, out-bid 'em, team can't out-spit him(You could)
Keep sleepin, your wet dream is out with him(See)
Do a lil' yoga, a lil' kama sutra
Steakhouse *****, used to be a
Ramen Noodler
Heavy on B and
E's, was a calm intruder
Pumped a Ruger, moms called me con and loser
I suggest you and your mans'll regroup (why?)
Bet against it, and probably can't recoup - out![Crooked I]
I point a pistol at your mamma mia
I'm sick as
Tyson in the ring at the
Colosseum with gonorrhea
***** a rapper, my clapper black as
Muhammadiya
***** you R&
B *******, shut up!
You not Aaliyah(Ha ha!)
When Mr. Porter record a piano
Producers may wanna order some ammo
I'm a California corner reporter
Your boy wasn't born with a quarter bein poor as a whore and
I'm an aura
It's sorta
Soprano; look here
We reinvent the wheel to have a (Good Year) - and y'all tired
We like Tyler
Perry mixed with
EverlastThe
House of Payne/
Pain, Slaughterhouse gang ***** ![Chorus]
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