Slaughterhouse - Where Sinners Dwell Lyrics
[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9]I'm coming from the depths of the city where sinners dwellWe finish frail niggas with shells from splinter cellsWhen losers win, winners fail, I'll cut your nose offTo spite your face, until you decay you can't even call your scent a smellMommy dragging a donkey, I'll pin a tailI been writing so dark and for so long, my pen is paleFor the money y'all impale, your heart with twenty ten inch nailsPut a hole in your racket like I turned your tennis ball into a spin and snailI laid off, they whole flow, on my day off I sprayed offThat fofo, then made off, with more dough then MadoffI'm the Adolf, Hitler, of this shit bruhNo soul, my skeleton sneakYour ho, got a hella physiqueI hope she know I shoot boat loadsBon appetit, when she get to this houseI'm a spit this out, turn a chicken's mouth to a pelican beakHeartbeat ready, as I get done up, sloppy steadyWatch her do it, slob that knob. drop that jawAnd watch her come up, Rocsi Eddie[Hook x4]From the depths of the city where sinners dwell[Verse 2: Crooked I]I'm coming from where sinners dwellWhere ghetto America's future is povertyWe inherited Lucifer's propertyThey giving us niggas HellChoose your philosophyIs usually hypocrisyLose your democracyNobody vote counting in 2012So my Ruger is watching meI move to the monopoly properlyAnd due to this ruthless economyI got shit for sellOur music's anomalyYou dudes are just comedyIn lieu of monogamyYour pooky on top of meI did oh well, all my neighbors heard that vixen yellThe way I make that headboard quake, rate my sex on the Richter ScalePut it in a coffin, no pillow talking, cause all too often, a ***** will tellOnly thing left on my pillow was a piece of a weave and some Paul Mitchell liquid gelNo rapper's liver, yeah, go back and find herNigga that mainly spit, crazy shit; prozac and fiberNo rap surviver, nigga, don't act MacGyverWhen it get real in the field you a mealNo appetizer[Hook x4]
