slaughterhouse

Lyrics

, 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 my spine smothered, but i'll be fine brother - my mind hovers, above all you jive suckers wishin, that's word to my mother, you throw a shot at me, i'm throwin a shot back, yours is on a joint, mine's whistlin by your top hat, yeah i'm cool but you violate and i'll cock back, open the mac's mouth and black out like i do not rap, i'm sick and tired of niggaz lyin, they fifth is lyin in the second drawer next door to some bullshit they iron, y'all be makin up stories the little kids is buyin, i do everything my +penn state+ like a nittany lion, i ain't gotta mention the streets on a song, to get in a nigga ass on these beats like a thong, pause, veterans co-sign me, the up-and-comers scared, the pretty girls go "papi, here's my underwear!", never in a hundred years i thought i'd be a rapper, but in less than a hundred bars i knew i'd be a factor, i'm ps4 in hd and the screen is plasma, you're atari 2600 with a weak adapter, between us the gap's so crazy, i'm gucci, louis v; you're gap, old navy, i get coochie in the v, you attract no ladies, you're suburb, i'm gutter where the gats go crazy!, look, you know, look, fuck a lecture, ain't tryin to be pun's successor, that term's done fucker, what up whatever, you birds is food, i'm about to pluck some feathers, i'm young and clever, plus clutch under pressure, yup! who does this better?, walk around with medal all on me like the front of shredder, i lust for cheddar you owe me, leave holes in your vest that'll open your chest like a sunken treasure, i'm somethin, like a phenomenon, droppin bombs for fun then dine in hell during ramadan, whatever i'm rhymin on or whoever, i tear 'em apart; swear on my pops, no, fear in my heart, shit, been through it all, done swam with the sharks, snapped fins with my jaws, i'm all that, and a bag of the baddest piff, off of a brick of hash mixed with acid hits like sick cracker shit, get back, dumb birds i ignore the hype, click-clack, yung berg'd if you flossin ice, dawg, cross me twice, can't afford the price, it'll cost you, i'll off your life!, you soft, i told you i'm raw white when i'm on this mic, still mourn at night, don't wanna see mornin light, and i feel like i'm forced to fight, when the are down like ponch fallin off his bike, of course my metaphors are type awesome, right?, i got 'em in awe, my aura's jordan like, what's really poppin? who diddy-boppin?, you wasn't really, now you all common and really conscious, i ain't with that silly nonsense, i really pop shit, my gun stay cocked like biggie's optics, i, i stay evolvin but grown bitter, on your grave they're carvin "fucked with the wrong nigga", i don't write i kill a pen, leak its blood on the page, i breathe bars like oxygen locked my lungs in a cage, instrumentals get fucked on the stage, a pedophile unless i dig in the crates and fuck with somethin my age, forever vow, to never smile when i'm at peace, only when i'm eatin the deceased like quiche, only when my enemy's internal organs are a smorgasbord in a feast, the dahmer with melanin led 'em in the belly of the beast, you'll be missin until fishermen see your corpse, i'll be in michigan stickin a chicken in my michelin, ready to pigeon pitch again from switzerland to new york, i was whippin bentleys before them pictures up in the source, i'm a gorillas behind these bars, on some zoo shit, shoot you while you're talkin on some news camera crew's shit, sicker than flyin in past tense on some flu shit, day-old asshole flow, i drop new shit!, exclusive! you don't want it in fact, i'll have the doctors operatin on the front of your back, tryin to keep your stomach intact, the spiritual you, leavin your body, he don't wanna go back, that's when the tunnel go black; i send your soul to the atmosphere, fuck outta here, and your ringtone rap career!, it's crooked i, the face of eastside long beach, put your ear to the street so you can hear my heartbeat, nickel! yeah, i hope niggaz know i'll show up to your show, i'll show up where you go, show up to your do', fo's will explode, shells 'fore they hit the flo', i know niggaz know, i got a open window flow, i air shit out, in the d they used to call me mayor royce, now they call me clay davis, guess why? "sheeeeeeeeeeee-it", cause when it come to them words you know i wear shit out, i write rhymes like, white lines on a nose tray, ice cold ice cube flow like o'shea, ridin shotgun with chris martin my dj, not the white boy, but i'm down for the, forever stay violent, better stay silent, hammers stay hummin like strummin the mandolin violin, speakin of, i done played a tune of violence, more than my nigga charles hamilton played sonic, i wrap niggaz up, clap niggaz up, scrap niggaz up, either that or we gon' slap niggaz up, dump dirt on you - right before i go, into my maino mode if i smell the scent of yung berg on ya, 'til it ain't no mo', ain't no dough, get into his ass cause i ain't opposed, i'm a livin anal probe, i'm a lame-ophobe, matter fact my nigga jumpoff, can i keep goin?, when i was a teen, i used to pack a three-eighty, now i'm spittin sittin between shady and jay, i pull the jeans down on my bitch and then wave, cause the pussy max b wavy when she ain't shave, i leave the booth smellin like somebody ain't sprayed, i would talk about kimbo but i ain't crazy, i'm like marty mcfly goin back in time, and dissin his momma nigga you can't fade me, they say he a bastard for real, then they see the ass on his girl, so they wonderin, why's he so mad at the world?, i take it out on tracks, i r.i.p. it, so even to the producer it's hard to i.d. it, bars tremendous, it's in your best interest, i insist your men just, do your best bush rendish, endless, move more than two inches, my blood'll boil like i got a big skin cyst, so end this or see me manana, or see the speed of a llama, underground primadonna, that ain't hard to find, pop a e in a honda, with hands like e. honda, he a monster!, i love war, it's like my pet peeve kinda, but for us to even beef you should be honored!, my dick gettin hard, i see vagina, pause, nah, rewind each line each time, speak mine and meet 9, mano a mano, when it rains it pours, grab a teflon poncho, you now fuckin with mouse, the head honcho, nigga i could fix yo' house in my condo!, i walk around like ratchets been legalized, just me and the desert eagle, and an eagle eye, closed casket, now you havin a boxed wake, zipper over your head, dudes callin you crotchface!, so y'all could bump "swag like us", but the next time rap's discussed, add this as a plus, don't nobody hit the pad like us, and would get up in that ass but the fag's might bust, and since poppin tags is a must, i hit the bank - all i do is withdraw, chicks removin their drawers now, your crew is in awe, how you ball? your jewels from a cubicle in the mall, you gon' need another processor, to process it, i'll set it, i said it!, so keep runnin around hot-headed, 'til you get hot leaded, 'til everything but your torso on you is prosthetic, digest it, niggaz is pie-thetic, rap what you can't afford, y'all must got credit, all you gotta know is crooked i, royce, bless and joell, with joe spell, no l!