Slaughterhouse – Our House | Lyrics & Video

This is a song titled "Our House" by hip hop supergroup, Slaughterhouse, a song featured on their recently released second studio album 'Welcome to: Our House'. It was produced by Alex Da Kid and features vocals from Shady records label head Eminem and Skylar Grey. The album was released on August 28, 2012 via Shady Records and Interscope Records.

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Slaughterhouse Our House Lyrics :-

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[Hook: Eminem]
I wanna be the best who ever did it
Don't know if that goal is feasible, or it isn't
But if it is please God, if you're listenin'
Please give me the strength to crush competition
You can't blame me for dreaming, I'm a dreamer
And if I'm coming off brash please for give me
But, that's all I want

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9]
I just wanna be the illest MC (That's all I want)
The same time being as real as can be
Mayhem, sickness, murder, horror
These are the kind of words that describe my aura, D rap
Rass Kass Kurupt, Redman I am cut from that cloth
Write a rhyme about me? You a dead man
Cool J, I'm Bad video
Learn the whole routine and perform it for my father's friends
While they smoked and drank symphony
D-O-C, inspired me to write what
Would eventually put me on airplanes like B.O.B
Canibus, Wu-Tang, you know our history but hats off
When we rap this Jack Frost we outline the track chalk
Thank God for the one two cadence
Thank God for the lunch room tables
I'm trying to be the sickest n-gga dead or alive
And if I happen to fall short it's been one hell of a ride
Chronic 1 and 2, looking up at the sky at the sun
Up until the day the sun is you
You listening to Hip Hop, you in Jay's house
Wayne's house, Nas' house
Em's house, our house

[Chrous: Skylar Grey]
So welcome, to our house
Where no one, comes back out
You might find, comfort
In here, in here, in here

[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]
When I was a little boy I wanted to be a rapper
Wanted to be on the radio and snapping pictures after
And so I grabbed my pen and pad and scribbled chitter chatter
It started off whack but in the words of a ten year old my sh-t was getting phatter
I hit the studio at 16, stupider
Not knowing how the booth would feel, what's (?) and two inch (?)
How you ad-lib, what's a punch I ain't a boxer
But I sure enough learned the ropes, look to the mic you made a monster
Now everyday's a game of Contra, I got 99 men
An infinite amount of rounds inside this mighty fine pen
This is my dream, don't f-ck with it I'm telling you
Cause anyone can get dusted as long as production is available
I'm disgusted as a fan, look how n-ggas sounding damn
Weak head, ya'll suck bad
f-ck swag and your kicks from South Japan
I'm gonna be the best in this profession
I've been invested all my life
So wipe your feet before you step in
Our house

[Chrous]

[Hook (Joe Budden)]
(I just wanna be the illest MC) That's all I want
(The same time being as real as can be)

[Verse 3: Crooked I]
Yo in my house, the lights out
No utilities in the facilities feeling my life's 'bout
To wipe out, these feelings I'm feeling be killing me
I pull the mic out, can't strike out
Cause if winning is really my enemy, I pull a nine out
Blow my mind out, is the end of me really serenity
Man in my house, it's rap or die
Get a piece of that apple pie
Life is a Pharcyde song, and that b-tch just passes by
So I, got lyrically complex, that way I could fly jets
Get my moms out the projects, with these concepts, competition can't digest
And then I stress cause the road is rough, start feeling like sh-t sour
The electricity in my will power, could still power
The twin towers, for ten hours so send cowards
The message from Crooked I, Royce Da 5
Joe Budden, Em Yaowa

[Verse 4: Eminem]
In our, house we spit like six hours
The way I feel now I could spit for six hours
Straight, only way to be great, is to dig down
If you can hear this sound in
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Side my mind sounds like a f-cking drive-by
That's what the inside of my mind's like, looking back on
My career even, hindsights, television, 5 mics
Never wanted that so bad thinking I would go mad
Nomad with a notepad, go Taz
Spaz on these ho bags, you bother me but I never wanna show that
Just don't act like it ever does
Even though you know that that will never come
A day someone blows past you who never was
Someone whose as dope as you
Ever was, and you hope that's true cause
The competitor in you would ever let someone be better than you
And you know that, so you don't ever hold back
What you gonna go back, to working a regular job? f-ck that
I'm gonna go hard grab on my, gonads
Tell them f-ck themselves
They call me a wigger like Renee Zell
But I raised hell like a stay-at-home dad
Rap is the only thing that I was ever really, bad to the bone at
Guess I'm similar to, gangrene in them, ain't grieving them
Hulk Smash, so much passion but no compassion
If eyes are the windows to the soul then it's
Broken glass and there's no trespassing
Alright now here we go
Dre stamped me now I'm stamping Yelawolf be ready for the most
Competitive click in the world it's like Clash Of The Titans
I'm releasing the cracker it's time to set it again
And when it's said and it's all done
None shall f-ck with this squadron
So come on in, at your own risk
This is (Our House) b-tch!

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Slaughterhouse – Goodbye | Lyrics & Video

"Goodbye" is a song by American hip hop supergroup Slaughterhouse, premiered on Shade 45 on August 9, 2012, during an interview with the group and Eminem. It is another track from their second studio album and first major release, Welcome to: Our House due for release on August 28, 2012 via Shady Records and Interscope Records.

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[Joe Budden:]
I remember it like it just happened
I could of sworn it was a dream
But in reality it hit me like a nightmare
Or at least that's how it seemed
I just got a grip on our relationship
We was ironing things out, started picking up steam
And when we didn't need it, when it all got heated
And we both said some things that we probably didn't mean
God intervene, guess war was at stake
But he left nothing over, put more on the plate
We came home from the doctor with news I been wantin'
Says family was incoming, she pregnant, twins coming
But that's gotta be a lie
She sighed, couldn't stop the tears coming from her eyes
That birth control she on, for them it's suicide
But as long as it's still inside, 2 of them, one survived
Hard turn from memorable to cynical
Picturing clothes for what would've been identical
Similar outfits, similar names
My deceased kid's ultra sound in a frame
So I'm deprived of my chance to be a better dad
Staring at my twins that I never had
I shed a tear, looking up in the sky
Even though y'all just got here, goodbye

[Hook:]
Goodbye, goodbye, so long, farewell
But it's not the end of the chapter
Goodbye, goodbye, so long, farewell
I'll see you again in the afterlife

[Crooked I:]
My biological sperm donor, didn't wanna be a daddy
So he hopped in his Caddy and turned corners on us
Turned on us out the clear blue
His last memory of his son was seeing me out his rearview
I still love him yo, but I love his brother mo'
My uncle showed me love no one could know
Young and po' with a tougher road
To suffer hunger was nothing but Unc' would hold
His down would help mom lift the motherload
I got chronin, I used to wonder what it would be like
To speak to pops as a grown man
He provided that feeling, told me to take my career into my own hands
He was there when I had no fans
My cellphone rings, and after I answer
A voice says "Your uncle's been diagnosed with cancer"
Worst news in my life, him and chemo going 12 rounds with a disease
And they both losing the fight
I'm rushing up to see the cyanide
Praying for a miracle, I don't wanna see my idol die
Before he did, the look in his eyes
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Said "Even though you just got here, goodbye"

[Hook]

[Bridge:]
I'll see you again in the afterlife
Someday in heaven we will reunite
The flesh disappears but the soul survives
Till next time, my friend, farewell, goodbye

[Joell Ortiz:]
I walked in your daughter's house, knowing that you gone
But still looking out the corner of my eye, hoping you on the couch
That call felt like I was beefed, had got shot up
Ironic, I was on tour with Tech N9ne and Slaughterhouse
E tried to talk to me, crystal rubbed my back, as they were pourin' out
I caught the next thing soarin' out
Now I'm in the air, in the midwest somewhere
They said turbulence was severe, I don't know what they talkin' bout
I ain't feel a bump, body numb, mind drifting
I'm sniffling, asthma acting up, I'm whistling
My mothers face looked so much different
I'm kissing, my son, my aunt pacing in the kitchen
My vision blurry, still I saw your face clear
What a loss, this time I did more than waste beer
Michelle's strong, she held on, we got all the way there
Then we walked in, she fell on the floor, this ain't fair
You was the voice when I considered them thoughts that ain't clear
Hey granny, I was fifth row at the Grammy's
An award they ain't hand me, but I sat behind Will
And right in front of Wayne, and got seen by the family
I miss the early morning combos, believe me
Regis on the TV, and the best baked ziti
But you had an old white affair, grandpa's all fly
Even though you been god there, goodbye

[Hook]

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Slaughterhouse ft. Cee-Lo Green – My Life | Lyrics & Video

Song of the day. "My Life" is a brand new track by hip hop group consisting of rappers Crooked I, Joe Budden, Joell Ortiz and Royce da 5'9" called themselves, Slaughterhouse. It is off their highly anticipated second studio album 'Welcome to: Our House' scheduled to be released on June 12, 2012 under Shady Records and Interscope Records. "My Life" features Goodie Mob’s Cee-Lo Green on the hook.

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[Cee-Lo Green - Hook:]
This is my motherf-cking life (my life, oh yeah)
This is my motherf-cking life (my life, oh yeah)
This is my motherf-cking life

[Crooked I:]
S-L-A U-G-H T-E-R-H-O-U-S-E
Yes we are the best in the biz
The west in the b-tch
This Eastside money over coochie man
645 when dip through the burbs
I be on my Gucci Man
Smash on the gas, kick a b-tch to the curb
House in the hills, thousands and mills
Getting wild in the field with your spouse in Brazil
On ounces and pills, how does it feel?
To count dollar bills that I found off skills
Check it out, Jets fly private
N-gga S5 Hybrid, baby test drive my whip
I’m in Bed Stuy with my chick
On my westside fly sh-t
Pulling out minks when the weather get chilly
Left Eye side kick
Now don’t you n-ggas go chasing waterfalls
These b-tches wall to wall
And they love…

[Hook x2]
This is my motherf-cking life (my life, oh yeah)
This is my motherf-cking life (my life, oh yeah)
Jets fly private, n-gga S5 Hybrid, Baby test drive my whip
This is my motherf-cking life (my life, oh yeah)
Jets fly private, n-gga S5 Hybrid, Baby test drive my whip
This is my motherf-cking life (my life, oh yeah)
This is my motherf-cking life

[Joell Ortiz:]
Sometimes I look around and I just
I just can’t believe it
I’m on a high like a falsetto
Maybe that’s why I feel like I’m dreaming
My eyes just quit
Look what I’m seeing, my life just shifted
I feel like I’m breathing
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Light that spliff, now I don’t even smoke cause it burn my throat but tonight I’m steaming
‘Tron in my cup, holding mine up, toasting to the slut that I know I’m gon’ f-ck
In these five star sheets, put her right to sleep
Then kick the b-tch out when I wake up
Even though baby girl got a large ol’ ass
I remember praying that my car goes last
Now my car so fast that I  dont think you’ll understand it in a Murcielago dash
When you ride through the dirt and you work til it hurt than you end up on Marshall’s staff
Hoping that your granny get to see you at the Grammy’s
Get a call from your family that your grandma passed
Then you know what you promised her
So that you stay hot as a, thermometer, dipped in lava
So proud to be part of a conglomerate, like this

[Hook]

[Cee-Lo Green - Bridge:]
Every time that they ? us
Put your hands up high if you’re happy you made it
It’s a been a sleep when I say it
Since I’m alive might as well celebrate

[Hook]

[Joe Budden:]
What a success story
When the film plays it gets less gory
My son didn’t know who his pop was for years
Now its less Maury, God put it there as a test for me
Used to walk around with a vest at 40
Cops tryna mess hall me
Now babes with the 44F’s adore me
I took the rock and a hard place and made the best orgy
Now the fans approach I get paranoid
Where I’m from tell me never let you’re guard rest
But it’s simple to disregard stress
Hoes run to the pole and they far fetched

[Royce Da 5'9":]
Now jets fly high sh-t
That Panamera Porsche that’s Ryan’s fly whip
As a kid I was playing tag, now I’m it!
For those of ya’ll that don’t remember me
I’m a Detroit old Parker
Went from no office to offers
I told ya’ll I would get my daddy out the post office
And so far I don’t really need to own my city
Just as long as the D is on my fitted
My sons and my daughter and my wife is along for the ride
This is the motherf-cking life

[Hook]

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Slaughterhouse – Hammer Dance | Lyrics & Video

A hot new song entitled "Hammer Dance" by hip hop supergroup, Slaughterhouse premiered on Hot 97 radio station on February 27, 2012. It is set to appear on their upcoming second studio album 'Welcome to: Our House' due out, May 15th. The song was produced by AraabMuzik. They are also expected to hit the road for a nationwide tour, kicking off on March 8 in Dallas, TX.

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[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
My real name, my rap sh-t
No made up n-gga, I’m straight up, n-gga
Still in the projects where I came up, n-gga
On a scaffold doing ten sets of ten, getting my weight up, n-gga
I’m no shooter, but my shooters’ll have your brain exposed
But I’ll shoot five in a second, homie, and break your nose
Talking past, I’m dead ass, I was living
Life fast with my pistol in the grass
Digging in my ass tryna finish up the last
So I can sit it in a stash
Old E. sweat dripping from the bag
Milk crates sitting on the ave
While I’m looking left and right for the n-ggas with the badge
My mom’s dishes really had crack on ‘em
12 12s and I kept that sh-t packed for ‘em, yeah they came back for ‘em
I can paint it so vivid cause I really lived it
If rap fail, I stack bail, and show you how to get it!

[Hook: Royce da 5'9"]
I’m in the club, bottle in my hand doing my two step
While I got my gun in my pants, call it the hammer dance
b-tches dancing on a n-gga when they feel the gun
I tell ‘em we’re doing the hammer dance
Two steppin’ with my weapon on me
You good? I’m just checking, homie
Fam-a-lam, you don’t stand a chance
While I got this gun in my pants doing my hammer dance

[Verse 2: Crooked I]
In these LA times, I wake up on one
House slippers and coffee, I know the paper gon’ come
I drop sh-t that make the gangstas go dumb
Keep a bad b-tch naked like my waist with no gun
I’m for real, how are you?
Got street power, from the Watts Towers to Howard U
How would you become me? I don’t do what you cowards do
Flip a thousand pounds of that sour dies’ in a hour, dude
I’m out emp3musicdownload.blogspot.com my muh’f-ckin’ mind
f-ck a punchline, salute my muh’f-ckin’ grind
Ditching feds on the regular, they’re trying to catch a predator
Not the Chris Hansen type, but the Danny Glover kind
I’m a killer, everybody know I body your audio
When a shotty blow, say goodbye to your barrio, you maricon
You don’t think that I’m about this
Ice grill, n-gga, put your money where your mouth is

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Joe Budden]
My real name, my rap sh-t
f-ck with Chase, but the real bank is the mattress
Money ain’t new to me, been getting G-stacks
Since Smoove B took his shawty back from rehab
Knife work with me, but the chrome is extra
Case I’m in the same taxi as the bone collector
Y’all rappin’ ’bout models, I get hounded by ‘em
Not a killer at all, I’m just surrounded by ‘em
Just a real n-gga, straight from my mother’s stomach
Ain’t enough cloth for all of us to be cut from it
Not decided by who toast led
Cause all of us would be angels for Pujols’ bread
Lot of hostility, hollering is killing me
Screaming “Over my dead body,” like it’s not a possibility
On my Jers’ bullsh-t, never mind me
But if it’s ever problems, n-ggas know where to find me

[Hook]

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Slaughterhouse – Monsters In My Head | Lyrics & Video

"Monsters In My Head" recorded by American hip hop supergroup Slaughterhouse and Crooked I off their upcoming studio album 'Welcome to: Our House'. It was released as a promotional single for the album and will also be Crooked I's first single from his upcoming mixtape Psalm 86:2.

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Monsters in my head
Monsters in my head

[Crooked I:]
What if I told you I wake up screamin’ and swingin’
Dreamin’ that I’m fighting demons
Dreamin’ I’m swingin’ on heathen’s
Competin’ and schemin’ to eat every piece of my piece when I’m sleepin’
Need a priest and a deacon
When I’m speakin’ to preachers tell ‘em I’m only at peace when I’m drinkin’
I’m sinking deep into hell
Thinkin’ I’m fiedin’ for freedom
‘Cause being in a well isn’t good for my well being
A walkin’ zombie I be comatose
Nobody loves a nobody
Who probably overdosed in the lobby of the Omni hotel
Probably find me with an empty bottle of oxy
Shakin’ like an earthquakes inside me or I copped a holy ghost
Wondering if therapy can take care of these monsters
Before I kill more innocent people than Jared Lee Loughner
They spit on me, sh-t on me
Society kicked on me, hit on me til I was sick and exhausted
Flipped and I lost it off hallucinogenic’s
They using a clinic, I saw lucifer’s image
The elephant in the room or my skeletons in the closet

[Chorus]
Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord, my soul to keep
Wake me up before I’m dead
Don’t bury me with monsters in my head
Monsters in my head
With monsters in my head
And underneath the bed
Underneath the bed

[Joel Ortiz:]
I always see ‘em out the corner of my eye
Scared to death to fully see ‘em but I try
I just wanna ask ‘em why they follow me around
And they reply when I hear a sound
Or they walk by and give me a chill I can’t explain
It feels so strange is that a high
My anxiety’s at an all time high
One second I’m good than I flip a switch
Then I’m thinkin’ I might die
These ? spells are so annoying
From the outside looking in
Y’all thinkin’ I’m enjoying myself
I need help man, I’m destroying every positive force
With all these negative thoughts
How can I find happiness when I can’t remember this loss
I do so many temporary things
That smile for just a minute
Hat low but not for style I’m tryna hide under my fitted dog
It’s wild you wouldn’t get it
Try my best to make everybody laugh
But that’s just a disguise I’m really timid
Somebody make these feelings go away
Forget it, that’s my problem, ya’ll go ‘head
I hate these monsters in my head

[Chorus]

[Royce Da 5'9":]
It’s lights out like where the Amish stay
Pa, you can’t tax me
I’m like Wesley Snipes in a Southern state
I’m a survivin’ walkin’ oxymoron
Obviously I can say that I am alive
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And I’m tryna die this way
Ya’ll on your faggot sh-t
I’m on my draggin’ my magnum clip
With monsters in my head like Irv and Magic dick
n-ggas dessert me like eating after the entrée
But I’ma keep it 3 thousand like after the Andre
I’ve adapted to a private life
Yeah right, you saying that is like sayin’
I’m shooting dice on a floor made out of dice
I made out alive, this chaotic life
I just figured just quit giving dick to trick b-tches and stay out of fights
But I’m on my high snortin’
You see this monster ball is like seeing Halle Berry and Billy Bob Thornton
It’s f-cking classic
As far as rap, I wish I could wrap it in plastic
And stick it up your f-cking asses
I’m a MONSTER (Monster, Monster…)

[Chorus]

[Joe Budden:]
Take heed to what I’m giving you
Beefin’ is habitual
He just ridicules wants me in critical
Will appease and get rid of you
Maybe what I seek is biblical
The scars are internal and the bleeding is invisible
Got a friend named depression, a pill I take to relax him
But when he regurgitates the aches you couldn’t fathom
Got a few talents but looking for a new challenge
I’ll let you walk in my shoes once I find a New Balance
With faith I stay in peace, for I know every man’s equal
So I’m Monsters In My Heading with the monsters like a Space Jam sequel
Give ‘em two choices,
Since they wanna do the least, tell ‘em get off my dick or renew the lease
Persevere though my bed is corrupt
Expect I give up when left to destruct
But I give less than a f-ck
Sit back comfortably, react to they want with me
The bright side is that they keeping an insomniac company

[Chorus]

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Eminem ft. Slaughterhouse & Yelawolf - 2.0 Boys | Lyrics & Video

Here is a hot new track titled "2.0 Boys", a joint effort by Eminem and Shady Records’ new artists, Slaughterhouse and Yelawolf. Still fresh out of the oven. It is unconfirmed whether this will be included in any of their upcoming project. Hopefully fans won’t have to wait long before being served with newness from the team. Nice combination.

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Eminem 2.0 Boys Lyrics :-



[Royce Da 5'9']
Ryan’s a homocidal misfit
I write the solution of biophysics
On the side of a cliff in some hieroglyphics
This my admission to having violence psychotic
Quick devour polish it, politics, by the way I’m higher than the Eiffel tower tip
I like writing but I will stick this pencil in your ass before I write ya shit
Pause, inhale hella kush, us and Yealwolf like a heavy foot gas pedal push
Felon’s, crooks, going door to door like he’s selling books, Dolly Parton style, melons mush
Now my bitch dancer, I’m bout as sick as cancer
If you could swallow my style, you probably rip ya pants off
If you could bottle my style and sell it to somebody
It’d probably smell like cologne made out of bits of panther
They call me anchor man, I’ll hold down the ship
Leave you n-ggas floating in water and go and drown a fish
F-ck, I’m f-cking heinous, I’ll make you f-cking famous
Them lead showers is coming, f-ck is you sayin’

[Eminem]
F-ck, it’s f-cking raining, shit, it’s lightening
Bitch, its thundering, cause I’m cussing up I’m a storm if you wonderin’
Shit, shit, you could muster up enough thought, to take a dump and a brain fart
Jump, if you want urine in your face, all you had to do was say it
Bet you wish you woulda just stayed pissed off in the first place
We came to monopolise the game
Illuminati is here, yeah, human oddities
At odds with us, just whats gotta be
Cause we started out cold and it snowballed
We froze, soon as we rolled up on these hoes
All’s we know is you over the bar like Limbo/ Limbaugh
You know who you are
So quit f-cking the dog before we start callin’ you bizarre
Shit screw the pooch, ya’ll done raped a pitbull
Fell in emp3musicdownload.blogspot.com love with Shih-tzu
This missile’s directed directly at you
And as for these hoes who don’t know me from a can of paint
You must be huffin’, f-ck a ballsack if the taints can’t take you on a date
You mistake me for a gentleman, your 2000 and late man, Will-I-aint
I’m the bad guy, type of guy that will drag 5 girls up on stage
Pour ice in their pants and the first one who pee’s gets a black eye

[Hook - Eminem]
You must be outta ya mind
You think you f-cking with us
Suck on these nuts
Bitch hang it up, this game is over

[Joell Ortiz]
Puffing loosies, watching I Love Lucy with Gary Busey
Crazy, how the f-ck could you son me? I’m Shady
Will there ever come a day when they could slay me?
I don’t know, fifth month, black and yellow insect, maybe
Til then I kill the bad man tryna slay me
Everything you kick weak, your speak kung fu yazy
All my homeboys, 2.0 boys
Nickle, I just picked up a Phantom, look how it rolls, Royce!
Even if I want to quit, I ain’t got no choice
Verses keep coming, I should invoice my own voice
You should see the kind of asses that my pole hoist
Hoes be like diamonds in your chain, man, so moist
Bang bang, bang bang, house gang, chainsaw
Here to kill you p-ssy’s, don’t ask what we came for
I write til my right arm vein’s sore
Forearm feel like Thor’s arm in a gang war
You hear that Yaowa, you know who finna file out
Definitively finish you, my fist stick out that eyeball
Piranha mentality with a jaws bite all night
Coming up, never saw light, but never lost sight

[Joe Budden]
Jets and movers, cess-poolers, meth abusers
You step to us, text rugers to respect the shooters
My men think in sync, roll with the best crew
Move to the beat of the same drum without Lex Luger
Welcome to nay hood, bigger than jects
Cheated death multiple times without riggin the deck
So I’m well prepped if you just want war
There’ll be blood everywhere, you be laying on the Louboutin floor
It’s raw, you keep acting like you don’t know Mouse, n-gga
And you gon’ need the best doctors, House n-gga
Guard your jewels and avoid large tools
Cause after I spill you at the light, you be in a car pool
Keep your distance from idiots, cause the truth told
They food for thought’s rotten, they gems are fool’s gold
Need results from my actions, mistakes I’ll exonerate
I’m Martin King staring at a picture of Obama’s face
Talking funds, n-ggas ain’t never seen stock
I don’t need the key to the game, I pick a mean lock

[Hook - Eminem]
You must be outta ya mind
You think you f-cking with us
Suck on these nuts
Bitch hang it up, this game is over

[Crooked I]
Takeoff, you invited inside of the mind of a psychotic rhymer
I’m kind of a Dahmer, I’m grinding
Now rappers are lining up jackers, I’m climbing up ladders
I buy enough clappers to retire you factors, fire at drama
You liars and actors, I’m the genuine article
But read me wrong, get my gun and split you to particles, particles
Tell me when and I’m there
Not only heir to the throne, but my chair is suspended in air
Stay fly like a limited fare
You got us pegged wrong, my circle don’t fit in with squares
I smell shit and piss, know where it’s coming from
You stepped on number two just to be number one
Now I’ma step on you, bring it to yo yard
Bogart for ours, we go hard
You frauds just blow hard like broads, I coast guard the west
I’m Mozart, I compose dark shit with no heart

[Yelawolf]
I got no Jim Beam in the liver
Getting head like clean clippers,
With haters on my dick like a jeans zipper
When I throw up 16′s like I drink liquor
You think you seen sick? Well, bitch, you ain’t seen sicker
Then I’ll crack, and then I’ll hop around in a hospital gown
Popping the trunk, my pumper stay cocking the round
I shit logs and I piss river brown
Cause I drink creek water and spit the river Nile
And that’s as close as I get to a pyramid
Shit, they think I’m Illuminati, so f-ckin’ ignorant
Sick with a grin, here with this pen, so innocent
But when you win, they say you a sin, but in the end
They jump on the bandwagon and dance to the band playing
Skinny-ass pants sagging, it’s only yourself you playing
Call me a clown, but you love where the clown’s hanging
And the freakshow’s at the county carnival then you pay
Bitch, I’m on a trapeze with no legs in the dark
Yelling “Go Shady” driving slower than an old lady
In an old ’89, no piece if you pay me
Gimme peace sign on my grill, no Mercedes
I’m getting paid for these shows that I throw lately
Same shows a year ago woulda broken most of you crazies
They call me crazy cause I made it
Bitch, you crazy cause you quit, look at my clique lately
You ain’t f-cking wit’ Budden, you ain’t got no choice with Royce
You don’t wanna see the Crooked I, well, listen to Ortiz voice
That dirt road hit the 8 Mile, the porno boys
And if Marshall want me to clap, then homie, I deploy
Game over

[Eminem]
Yo, I don’t think they heard you, tell ‘em again
[Yelawolf]
Game over



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Slaughterhouse - Everybody Down | Lyrics & Video

This is hot! Introducing a hot new song titled "Everybody Down" performed by the supergroup of MCs consists of rappers Crooked I, Joe Budden, Joell Ortiz and Royce da 5'9" called Slaughterhouse. The song is taken from their highly anticipated first extended play 'Slaughterhouse EP' scheduled for release on February 8, 2011. This is nothing short of hectic.

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Slaughterhouse Everybody Down Lyrics :-



[Intro]
As we proceed
to give you what you need
As we proceed
to give you what you need
Slaughterhouse up in this b-tch
Get your b-tch, make it quick
Joey, Crook, you know we shut everybody down
b-tch this ain't no club hit
This is a motherf-cking stick-up
Quick, everybody down

[Royce Da 5'9"]
I'm about to rob the hardest n-gga out here
Yes I'm on my joker sh-t
I keep a Heath Ledger for the joke of it
I don't plan ahead of them, I don't gamble
I just keep a four four clip
Full of bullets than resemble poker chips
I'm so the sh-t, b-tches jumping at my poker stick
Slaughterhouse you know we sick, everybody down
Take your b-tch, same b-tch you wake up with
Make her trick till her f-cking thighs hurt
Momma if your p-ssy wet, you shouldn't have a dry purse
Call me Ryan Rhinoplasty
I will augment your ass if you mess with God's work
When it comes to Drama, fighting second, homicides first
I don't look for Drama, Drama follows me so why search
Everybody, Everybody we gon need you quiet, shhh
Slaughter got a message, Everybody down
I'm a cheddar getter, you a teller
I don't care, whatever, I'll just scare the witnesses
I'm the illest in here, bring a pen and pad
And don't compare the sicknesses
Where the f-ck the ruler at, so we can measure sentences
I am better than I've ever been, never been better
I don't follow trends, I set trends for the trendsetters, n-gguh

[Chorus]
Slaughterhouse up in this b-tch
Get your b-tch, make it quick
Joey, Crook, you know we shut everybody down
b-tch this ain't no club hit
This is a motherf-cking stick-up
Quick, everybody down

As we proceed
to give you what you need
As we proceed
And now the drive by

[Crooked I]
First I pull up on your block, let my entire torch
Spit fire, burn down your empire's boardwalk
b-tch I am melting my rims, tires, draw off
Porsche hit the wall, then my pills high as war-off
Crawled out, grabbed the new banana clip
Lascerations on my face
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Travel agents sh-t I still plan trip
Ran up on the first n-gga who had a whip
Eat to die a hero, or abandon ship
(Get out your car n-gga!)
I could kill you now f-ck a witness
I'm all about my business, you all about your b-tchness
And I ain't bout to slow down
You oughta ask you daughter
about f-cking around with Slaughter, You bound to go down
Ima disappear when you meet the Lord,
Ima be a border G for the single pro in me and more
Or bring a hoard or be a slur
Either or we ignore casualties of war you can meet the floor now

[Chorus]
Slaughterhouse up in this b-tch
Get your b-tch, make it quick
Joey, Crook, you know we shut everybody down
b-tch this ain't no club hit
This is a motherf-cking stick-up
Quick, everybody down

As we proceed
To give you what you need
As we proceed
To give you what you need

[Joe Budden]
I get on my 'I don't give a f-ck' kit
f-ck the money, f-ck the wealth,
f-ck your label, f-ck your lyrics,
You sit on a f-cking shelve,
Lava so if ain't in the topic of the constant, the discussion fell
Tell the b-tch that this dick game ain't no suck-itself
n-gga, I ain't no rapper I'm a mercenary
Every verse I bury, some will blame it on the perks I carry
Been in disguise when I failed or I lost
But they won't know I'm a god until I'm nailed on the cross
And these rappers is a mess, sad is if they best
Magnum to their chest, they could piss me
It won't matter what they said
They just rhyme, I just climb on the ladder to success
And maybe bring me some n-ggas that would rather me with less
My advice for the f-ck boys: make some hard improvements
Career at a standstill how you gonna start a movement
Slaughterhouse the gang take part in what we doing
Or get steamed rolled over n-gga pardon the intrusion

[Chorus]
Slaughterhouse up in this b-tch
Get your b-tch, make it quick
Joey, Crook, you know we shut everybody down
b-tch this ain't no club hit
This is a motherf-cking stick-up
Quick, everybody down
As we proceed
To give you what you need
As we proceed
To give you what you need



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