Slaughterhouse - On the House Lyrics
[Intro]Yeah BrooklynI'm in the booth doin' my Joell Ortiz danceAh, ah, ahHahaa[Verse 1: Crooked I]Ever since I started hanging with Slim Shady, it's making the pigs hate meThey racist as Dick Cheney; scared to shake my hand and like maybe they get rabiesThey're angry this shits crazySo I'm *****ing their hoes, their ladies get mixed babiesI live mainly like rolling a scriptWritten for someone who holdin' his dickThat mean I never let a ***** play me, ay me?I'm off beats, stop it Young BuckYou're not hip to the flow fallin' in awkward pocketsLike the small one in top hip dumb*****(Crook keep going)Teach your class while the speakers blastNew niggas out there eatin' ass; bottoms up like they're drinkin' glassSinkin' fast, not on no battleshipI'm not on no battle shitI'm the king of spazz, ripping beats in halfThe backroom to the cypher, nigga you name itFor Funk Flex, to weight scale, nigga you name it(Keep going)Hey you ***** niggas givin' me hellYour body lean, when the shotty ringLike freedom and crack, you're like the Liberty BellA 180 spin then he fellI'm givin' my enemies L'sNo disrespect, but I send them to where the Kennedies dwellSick as a Young Ozzy, OsbourneI's born to be a kamikaze, that's airbornePopular like Asti SpumanteBody meet the concrete then I creep, then ***** beat your auntie in rare formLames I never care for 'emI'm callin' shots from a lawn chair with a air hornGoin' hard on them hoesIf I sock-her it's part of my goals, call it carnival closedYou've been fair warnedI even put a 187 on your spouseLike she got aids/sperm on her mouthThat's on the house![Interlude: Joell Ortiz]Ay Crook, that's how you feel huh?I can dig it my GHouse gangThis one's on the house fellas[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]Hey Crook I'm doin' my dance tooIt's all head and shoulders, no shampooBeaver gang, who *****ing with my damn crew?Why the lights flickering? Why the amp blue?Cause I'm in this *****, mother*****er, give me my chant (woo!)Yaowa, I'm right at home I recite a poemFrom inside my bone marrow narrow the microphoneKings down to fall like you crawling tryin' to get out the doorBut blaze behave, while we let the gasoline gallons pourBetter than whoever you pointing atSo though I'm not done, like a marijuana cypher, bring this joint backHey Crook I'm doin' my dance tooIt's all head and shoulders, god damn boo, you lickin' on the bamboo stick, sugarPrissy *****, look where my dick took herDon't walk with your nose in the air, if you got big boogersPuerto Rican 6 footers, sick shooter38 special with the speed loader, they call me quick nuqquhKnick pusher, turn thick booker, rhyme spit, cookerSlice and dice rap beef, I'm the clique's butcherGot Gotham city going insaneI'll come out the bat cave holding a caneEveryone remain calm, I'm Bruce WayneWhere the ***** is Bane!?!Maintain stamina, my AK caliber flowAnd say hello and push your brainwaves out of you mangSee how you ride with your handlebars off of your frameThrow grenades to your crib, bang: HousegangIn came the truth in 'em, out came you lamesWe don't play the skinny jeans and the blouse gameWe just tryna feast; bon ApetitYour Chinese prisoners gonna eat: chow mein***** nigga, tryna stop the kids figuresAnd I'll put 'cho ass on a plate, like a pinch hitterDon't try to rob DeNiro from Ben StillerCause I'll meet you *****ers with a cold right, that's a chinchilla
