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Masta Ace Incorporated - Slaughtahouse * Lyrics

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  • * this song has two parts:
  • A. the cutting edge of hardcore rap; the most innovative stuff
  • For 1993 -- gangsta parody following the classroom skit
  • B. paula perry introduces the _real_ slaughtahouse
  • Part a:
  • (yeah... yeah... yeah...)
  • This is mc negro
  • And this is this ign-ant mc
  • And this is our new mother*****ing single
  • Our new shit
  • Slaughtahouse
  • This shit is called slaughtahouse
  • Negro! coming off our last platinum lp
  • Platinum lp
  • _shits real killin mother*****ers dead_
  • Killin em dead
  • And this is how we gonna rock shit for the nine-tray
  • Verse one: mc negro
  • Here come the craziest niggaz on earth
  • Cutthroats, ever since birth
  • Blood and guts are gonna spill
  • Cuz its murder murder murder, and kill kill kill
  • Chainsaw in my holster
  • Barb-wire rope, and Ill hang ya like a poster
  • So when I grab my axe you better drop
  • Cause Im swing swing swing, and chop chop chop in the slaughtahouse
  • Yeah, yo ign-ant mc
  • Whassup?
  • Show these niggaz what the dress code is
  • Aight
  • Verse two: ign-ant mc
  • Strictly raiders and kings gear
  • Only wear black and I dont know how to act
  • No more... so come and take a chance and
  • Mess around with the black charles manson
  • Body parts in the freezer
  • Im not jeffrey dahmer but Ill slaughta ya momma
  • So open up the do
  • To the slaughtahouse, so I can kill a little mo
  • Outro:
  • Yeahhh, mother*****er
  • Yeah!
  • This is mc negro
  • And this the ign-ant mc
  • And this shit is real over here, mother*****er, real real
  • This is the brand new lp, its called _brains on the sidewalk_
  • Brains on the sidewalk!
  • And all we wanna do now
  • Is murder murder murder, kill kill kill
  • Part b: paula perry, masta ase
  • One two, one two
  • This is paula perry and its a brand new year
  • Time for the weak-ass, wack-ass
  • No-skills, negative, anti-everything
  • Mcs to get shut down
  • Theyre gettin slaughtad!
  • [lord digga] death to the wack mcs --> repeat 4x
  • (welcome to the slaughtahouse!)
  • Too many suckas, too many wack records gettin played
  • Too much money bein made, its time for the wack to get slayed
  • Take these suckas to war ase, take em to war!
  • Its the jeep (ass niguh), its the jeep (ass niguh)
  • Whatcha know about the jeep (ass niguh)
  • Its the jeep (ass niguh), its the jeep (ass niguh)
  • Here we go, with the jeep (ass niguh) (welcome to the slaughtahouse!)
  • Never hear me talking I could kill a man!!
  • Started making records but Im still a fan
  • Ill take you down, I break your crown
  • I make you frown, I wake the town
  • Tick, check it out tock I rock your whole block
  • Got the funk dialect in stock
  • With the boom, bashin, bass drum is smashin
  • And crashin your bedroom walls, and monster mashin
  • Dashin, man with the kick, that be flying
  • Kids dont be trying, this trick cause Im scien-
  • -tifical, ninety-nine rappers wanna kill
  • To sound ill, you couldnt find their brains with a drill
  • Check it...
  • *sound of a drill*
  • [what a funny little house!]
  • (welcome to the slaughtahouse!)
  • Welcome to my slaughtahouse, its like a playpen
  • Welcome to my slaughtahouse, theres no escapin
  • This is the place where freestyling skills
  • Are sharp like axes, and suckas get the chills
  • Drum is the cash, like the rash youll be itchin
  • For the green and, everybodys talking like theyre mean and
  • Crazy, oh baby, youre ready, for this yo
  • Make me, a poster, holdin, a pistol
  • Then I can be the (man)
  • I can be the (man)
  • Cause they see me with the gun in my hand
  • I, am not, down with the standard
  • The man did, not do, what every other man did
  • Candid, just like the man allen funts
  • And theres nothing worse than, a rapper when he fronts
  • So throw your hands up in the air
  • If you really dont care
  • About the next mans life, you get the chair
  • In the slaughtahouse
  • [the price a rapper must pay]
  • Outro:
  • Whassup kid you hear that new album _brains on the sidewalk_?
  • Yeah its fat right?
  • Yeah I like that part
  • Murder murder murder, and kill kill kill
  • Yaknow thats what its all about
  • Yeah Im gonna be just like that when I grow up
  • You think I aint?
  • [lord digga]
  • This is a brand new year for mother*****ers heads to start burstin
  • Masta ase, incorporated
  • Ase, lord digga, shiloh, eyceurok, the brooklynites
  • And the floor builder
  • Watch your back black man
  • Your biggest enemys in the mirror
  • Long is the road to freedom from self-destruction
  • The slaughtahouse, breeds death
  • Death to the *faggot-ass* average wack mcs
  • And death of the original man, turned killer man

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