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  • [Intro: Joe Budden]
  • Ladies and gentlemen!
  • Frequency, I present
  • The new fight club up in this ***** (Slaughterhouse)
  • We go by the name of Slaughterhouse
  • And we outta here, only one rule
  • No rule, no rule
  • [Crooked I:]
  • Joey, no rules, gunshots, no prob
  • No jewels, niggaz say I got robbed
  • I'm still wearin my bling
  • And ***** first class, I fly standin on Virgin America's wing
  • Nuts hang, knockin down skyscrapers
  • Take a piss, make it rain, I'm the American dream (uhh)
  • Make it rain, I ain't Pacman Jones
  • Nigga, balls and my word all a black man owns
  • [Joe Budden:]
  • If you in that man's zone, how you figure to gain?
  • Can't bowl a 300 in another nigga lane
  • Better aim, you dealin with a 7-10 split
  • That's Long Beach cause we on some 7-10 shit
  • [Joell Ortiz:]
  • I've been nice since "227" man, shit
  • I am sick and I'm never gettin better, that's it
  • (Slaughterhouse) Give me somethin sharp to sever that prick
  • Like a group broke up I will dismember that clique
  • [Royce Da 5'9":]
  • I'm a veteran, remember that shit
  • We some internet rappers, then why you on our internet dicks?
  • We'll be there when it's war callin
  • Either we high or we fly or the floor fallin
  • I'm a Tommy gun - it ain't no best
  • The rap game like a St. Louis verses New York battle, nobody won
  • A bunch of *****in 2's and 3's like zone defense
  • [Joe Budden:]Please get at dudes Ortiz (nah, you beast 'em)
  • Hold up won't stop, cain't stop, thank pops
  • Hard-headed, gotta hit a wall first like a bank shot
  • Get it clear - a cokehead's a thin line
  • Between friend or foe, won't let this shit disappear
  • This fiscal year I'm a stay hot buzzin
  • With dudes that help me shoot like A-Rod cousin
  • Walk in my shoes and your feet get callous
  • From Jersey City to Caeser's palace
  • I speak with malice just to make sure the streets get salvaged
  • Real talk, where would all us be without us?
  • Slaughterhouse no fear - too many dudes
  • Tyson Chandler tried to leave they team and went nowhere
  • [Crooked I:]
  • Like Tyson Chandler in the past niggaz on some bullshit
  • Royce, tell Preme I got a full clip (whoa!)
  • Niggaz used to run when they saw Suge's face
  • Faster than Joey and Joell in a foot race
  • Now you ask me where the incident took place
  • Don't check the internet, check hood space
  • You dealin with some intelligent creatures
  • I don't touch guns, I draw with telekinesis
  • No fingerprints on Crooked's mag
  • I'm mixed with good and bad like the Goodfellas and Jesus
  • First Biggie and Jay made it
  • I'll leave a bandana at your murder and make it gang related
  • The ***** at the Shonie's told me homie
  • [Joell Ortiz:]
  • Ortiz, I'm the one and only
  • Pick a spot, I pick apart you dudes who pick a part
  • This ain't a movie, I feel bad like lookin at a pic of 'Pac
  • Niggaz hearts gettin sparked every time I give a arc
  • To my wrist and it twists like a spliff when I'm sittin in the park
  • Tall corny niggaz ain't makin a bigger mark
  • I'll boost drugs, what I does got 'em runnin to get a NARC
  • You guppies unlucky, you in a tank with a shark
  • Teeth crooked like my dog who just finished a vicious bark
  • [Royce Da 5'9":]
  • Flick a dart through your top hat
  • Weak MC's you cannot rap; Freq', where the drop at?
  • Now you mad at Tahiry cause your ass ain't famous
  • Get it nigga? Your "ass" ain't famous
  • Quit talkin 'bout me cause ya ass ain't dangerous
  • They call me Hustler because my mag game heinous
  • Show up to Detroit thinkin +Everybody Love+ you
  • And I'm a come and show you that ya ass ain't +Raymond+
  • Dumbin every line - me *****in *****es
  • Like the cops after a murder, they cummin/comin every time
  • Shell-toes and Wissam jacket, the contractor
  • Still pushin elbows like a linebacker
  • And y'all playin - my worldwide *****es
  • On my worldwide watch, I call it the broadband
  • [Outro: Crooked I]
  • SLAUGHTERHOUSE!
  • Y'all know what it is man
  • I know you got that "Padded Room", ow!
  • That mother*****in "Free Agent" comin soon
  • "Street Hop"! Yeah, hahaha
  • You mighta heard the rumors
  • They thought it was, three quarters of the slaughter length
  • Hahahaha, I'm STILL HERE YOU MOTHER*****IN HATERS!
  • Yeah [laughs]
  • Ay, with friends like mine you don't need enemies
  • BLAOW! You do the math
  • Let me drink this mother*****in vodka and tell you one thing
  • We outta here, OWWWWW! [laughs]
  • Ohhhhhhhhh, shiiiiiiiii-IT!

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