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[Intro]Ladies and gentlemenMake some noiseAw shitYeahY'all ready to get this shit started or whatAlrightWell I brought some friends with me too[Verse 1 - Eminem]Now I ain't back just for the sake of just saying I'm backI could relax but I'd rather stack ammo on tracksCouple Xanax light a couple wax candles then black outAnd relapse till I yack Jack Daniels and yapBurp bubbles, attitudes ImmaturingDouble shot of bacardi, partyVision is blurring, woh hoI can't see shitMy words get to slurring uh ohYou can call me R Kelly now or you're in troubleWhat's incurring before after enduring the showHas no baring on the bad news I'm baring whoawhat is it word play?No I'm pushing you out the dumpsSo suck my dick on the couch if you wanna cushion the blowNow stomp your fucking feet till you get to squishing a hoeIt's pandemo-nium standin' oh when you see him ohDamn baby you look good you're giving me woodYou should pull over like a sweat shirt with a hoodSnap work a napoleon you and me bothBreak bread while I'm coppin' over this game now pinch a loafNow homie who's your favorite pain in the assWho claims to be spitting the same flames as meI'm Kanye when he crashedIn other words I got the hood on smashLike I stepped on the gas destroyed the front endDeployed the damn airbags from the dashWent through 'em and laughedCame back an hour after the accidentAnd bit a goddamn jaw-breaker in halfSo stop taping the funk and start shaking ya assSlaughterhouse in the house with the caucasian the rapJust Blaze on the trackWhat the f-ck is more amazing than that slutAnswer me that, Royce where you at?[Verse 2 - Royce D' 5'9"]I'm right here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliersAre prying you apart tune-up on your head designed by a bar-stoolDesigned by a cartoon, before I need to be hiredJimmy 'Io fire MarshallThe 9 tucked against the liningI pull it out and flip your partner upside-downLike ya'll are a couple 69ingIt's like Rick James is shooting up your house n-ggaF-ck your couch n-ggaYou screaming f-ck the world with your middle finger upWhile I'm over here shoving my dick in a hole in the mudMy b-tch, know I'm perfectly fit for murderBecause I murdered her, so you can call me Nickel the Oj the GloveI got a Posse of Insane ClownsBlow your brains on your opposite earThen ask you how your brain soundsBad, evil, weirdo, Alfred Ego, mad cerebral, you on your last burrito(What that mean Nickel?)It's a rap if you eating, get a beat then terrorize that b-tch like I'm Middle EasternSlaughterhouse on fire, nobody touchin' thatGood day and good night, Ortiz where the fuck you at?[Verse 3 - Joel Ortiz]I'm right here my Nike Airs buzz light-years ahead of my mic peersQuite scary to look at, a nightmare, where my book at I'll write fearIn the heart of you tight squares, I harbor the art of you night squareIt's tight ware 'cause that made me hotter than my dearUncle Al's breath after polishing off his 9th beerHomie chill listen, I swear, I'm God, I give tracks a holy feelAnd they bite earsI'm right here, why wouldn't I be, just waiting to be hooked to IvsMonroe's brown when you look at my peeAnd this joint, no exception, so just point a direction, and record the pig's oinkWhen I rip his intestinesThis isn't just an infectionThis won't go away with penicillin injectionsMillions of questions arouse after they did an inspectionWhat I exhibit, seems to be non-contagious yet anybody can get itAw shit I did it again, when I lit with this pen, I admitted this phlegmThis time along side and theSo tell a friend to tell a friend, write a disgusting hookJump in shark water and swim, yo where the f-ck is Crook?[Verse 4 - Crooked I]I'm right here letting the shotty popQuick as a karate chop, get your body shot, get your top chopped like a lollipopCome with Maserati drop in the body shotGet your mommy knocked, and your Uncle Tommy molli-woppedI take your life to the 9th inningA knife in a gunfight I love it me and my knife winnin'I laugh when you fall the shit will be funnyI buy my bitch a new a-s and watch her sit on my moneyMan all the bitches holla, they wanna drop my bridges than jaw my dick and swallowLeave drawers in this Impala, I ball like Iguidala,I bear more arms than 6 koalasAs soon as a I draw get sent to AlabaI kill with the tongue, I'm Atilla the Hun, I'm Genghis Khan, I'm a genius spawnI pillage your village for fun, And genius gun, a syllable gunReal as they come, Long Beach SadanSlaughterhouse equals swine fluAs I fly we do what you try to do without trying'Cause to us it's so easy, where, jump-off Joe Beezy
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