Slaughterhouse - See Dead People Lyrics
[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]I say different days, same sick languageYou a game, I’m a game of Russian roulettePain and Kurt Cobain mixed with Bane drenched in purple rainI rearrange your prints, cut your fingers offMail them to your son's kindergarten classIn a Remy Martin glassNote attached saying Billy, call your dadSigned sincerely, he really caught it badHe clearly can not dial youThe alcoholic induced me in a coma can sleepThe hostile you, see murder, my style trueBasquiat, Reebok shoeOur guns ain’t coming out if we not shootingYours? Yours is coming out with Detox 2When we shot, woo, we shockWhich one of y’all niggas wanna box the King Cobra?I'll mop your team soberI’m not stoppin’ till they drop me in a box in a mausoleumSaying here lies an artist with an audience broader than Joselyn’s shouldersPeep how I play with the flow, related to PoeI'm the greatest to go n favor PatronMaybe record a poem with Oprah and play it back for Raven SimoneLater niggas!I got a crush on Queen Latifah cuz I had a dreamWe got our ***** on without the Monie LoveI'm wildin' on these drugsIt’s just me and my team and an obscene amount of girlsYou can eat our dust, we playing ring around the world[Hook]I said you knowThat we areSo crazy (I I see dead people)(I I I see dead people)And plus, we know (I I see dead people)That we are (I I I see dead people)So crazy (I I I see dead people)(I I I see dead people)[Verse 2: Crooked I]Yea, I see them too with my sixth senseThey prowling while I’m browsing through your housingWith the authority to do you horriblyLeave you in 8 sections like fixed rentWhile your ***** bent over extending my dick’s lenghtDoggy style literally when she make my ***** expand yoYou barking up the wrong tree againNothing’s three-dimensional, different plain of existenceThe only world a clairvoyant human being can see me inMy theatrics need, psychiatrics rightLike these raps getting ghost-writtenBy somebody psychopathic residing inside of my psyche’s atticInspiring rap shit that the coke get inOr it might be acid, constipationNo shit and it might be magic, that’s it!Speaking of magicAll I need is a package of the Magnums and a thickSnow bunny to pull off the illest rabbit in hat trickI’m throwing verbals at you before my circle slapped youHey, guess what I heardIf you anti snitch it can bring down even the greatest person, that true?I guess so, go ask Joe Paterno statue I'm (Crazy nigga!)That instrumental loop and I sit in a mental institutionWith screws loose in my temple, sending you simpleton illusionsConfusing your views with simple distributionOf lyrics I’m using to abuse you[Hook][Verse 3: Joell Ortiz]Y’all crazy man, I ain’t crazy man, tell them Swayze manThey think I’m nuts like a squirrel baby handsPatting the ground, burying my ex-girl’s new man’s left testicleNext to two Stans, yelling Shady fansStarting a Rescue Ranger van that Dale painted grey and tanBut that ain’t the case man, I’m just tryna save fansFrom the same damn million and 80 gram3-80 blam bars while I wipe my Raybans sunny cuz they can’t mummyI mean rap, y’all get the point like E.T. back in the 80’sSo ease back when Ortiz rap, it’s Navy, Air Force, Army and Marines packedIn an ABC opposition operative robotBuilt by the fans who feel y'all so notThat ill so they scream YAOWA when your show startWe'll devour you cowards, firing rounds from high powered go kartsTill your entire towns in a shower and the soap dropped*****! Like the last slut who sucked my blow popCuz I’m charming and shlong felt like King Kong’s arm in her poor twatAntibiotics, my psychotic is sickRecite The Bible on the toilet cuz my God im the shitGrab my iPod and it skipsAll you hear is the house like sittin’On Amityville couch sayin’ Michael you a ***** seeSee? Pump him with thorozine, I can’t seeSido, e-mail from horror scenes, Sí! Sí!Doctor, I see red people or like CC Sabathia's contractMaybe it’s a whole bunch of dead people[Hook][Verse 4: Joe Budden]Wonder why he different from his boysMy temperament’s annoyed, Sigmund FreudBelligerent on Ritalin and 'Roids don’tLook for a reason, all sentiment is voidOh and pencil-in, I'm coy, when I enter and destroyWatch the tape slow mo it took the stand, face blandRaise my left hand, spit on the Bible as I approached itGrab the mic screamed it’s over for you roaches we can close thisOnly thing can make me crazy, they can’t figure out a motiveSay I’m bipolar you'll minimalize my mental strideMemorize the track enterprise as if I’ve been insideIn my eyes flesh is meat tenderizedMy heart winterizedIf God put my sins aside I swear I’ll start genocideMy funeral should look like a general diedDog’s there, let the kennel insideAnd they’ll say he insane thoughMe, I’d agree with that claim thoughPeep my angle, cause some would say he is an angelNever gave a ***** y'all gave way too manyIn my state of serenity he'd get mangledHow can me and him be in the same boatAin't no, Choke slam Fantasia with the Reading RainbowPeeing, flee in the same clothesJust Joe 20-12 Lou Ferrigno on just blowHead in a fish bowlHeaded to hell, dipped in criscoAnd walk over to your click, show me where it isHe was eating turned into Al Green with a phobia of gritsI know dudes that never took a fall for they bodySkipped childhood perhaps couldn’t afford an AtariRecord to harm me call for Robbie LaFours if you try to mawl the real Paul McCartneyYou might have thought this out awkwardlyNot neurotic, it's perpetualAnd home boy that ain’t saliva, it’s last week’s Molly residueThat demon I carry is heavySo whoever said that’s a hard pill to swallow must never met meMy new nickname’s Approach With CautionYou owe me money, I resurrect if you approach that coffinTake my kindness for weakness it'll be your last errorI wrote my thin line between love and hate in mascaraGive me gasoline, plyers, clever, don’t forget the wrenchMore oil on his tongue, easier to get him pinchedSlaughterhouse ***** tared and leaves you ain’t get the hintBasement full of insides, freezer full of ligamentsLet that be a warning if you eager to get 'em lynchedGut you niggas whole use Febreze just to rid the stenchYour devoured, work magic with a weaponAnd I’m just indecisive as D Howard you bleed cowardBe certain if you see a guy lurking through your blinds and curtainsIt’s Tyler Durden, and Verbal Kint merging, emergingAs if it's just artificial inseminationOnly here for revenge cause to him it's ventilationPissed off and annoyed he was born in incinerationBy a virgin man menstruating as a nurse continue racingTruman Show his whole life, watch the demonstrationAnd that’s one way of *****in’ the world, no penetrationDon’t know what to make of youThe Six Sense's sequel in life form but way more than Unbreakable[Outro]The game of the super groups been shake right now, my niggaThat’s right Parks, let me talk my shit before we go upAlright Parks I guess that’s enough shit talkingY’all know, right?
