Session One

Ladies and gentlemen make some noise
Aww sh*t Yeah
Y’all ready to get this shit started or what
Well I brought some friends with me too
Now I ain’t back just for the sake of just saying I’m back
I could relax but I’d rather stack ammo on tracks
Couple Xanax light a couple wax candles then black out
And relapse til I yack Jack Daniels and yap, burp bubbles
Attitudes immaturing, double shot of bacardi party
Vision is blurring, waa hooo I can’t see shit
My words get to slurring
Uh oh, you can call me R Kelly now or your in trouble
What’s incurring before after enduring the show
Has no baring on the bad news I’m baring
Whoa what is it word play
No I’m pushing you out the dumps
So suck my d*ck on the couch if you wanna cushion the blow
Then stomp your f*cking feet till you get to squishing a hoe
It’s panda-monium when you see him, damn
Baby you look good you’re giving me wood
You should pull over like a sweat shirt with a hood
You and me both
Break bread while I’m copping over this game
Now pinch a loaf now homie who’s your favourite pain in the a*s
Who claims to be spitting the same flames as me
I’m Kanye when he crashed
In otherwords I got the hood on smash
Like I stepped on the gas destroyed the front end
Deployed the damn airbags from the dash
Went through 'em and laughed
Came back an hour after the accident and bit
A god-damn jaw-breaker in half
So stop the funk and start shaking ya a*s
Slaughterhouse in the house with the caucasion rapping
Just Blaze on the track
What the fuck is more amazing than that slut
Answer me that, Royce where you at?
I’m right here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers
Are prying you apart, lump on your head designed by a bar-stool
Designed by a cartoon, before I need to be hired
Jimmy 'Io fire Marshall
The 9 tucked against the lining
I pull it out and flip your partner upside-down like ya’ll are a couple 69ing
It’s like Rick James is shooting up your house, nig*a… f*ck your couch nig*a!
You screaming 'f*ck the world' with your middle finger up
While I’m over here shoving my d*ck in a hole in the mud
My b*tch, know I’m perfectly fit for murder
Because I murdered her, so you can call me Nickel the OJ the Glove
I got a Posse of Insane Clowns; blow your brains on your opposite ear
Then ask you how your brain sounds
Bad, evil, weirdo, Alfred, 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 Eastern
Slaughterhouse on fire, nobody touching that
Good day and good night, Ortiz where the f*ck you at?
I’m right here; my Nike Airs buzz light-years ahead of my mic peers
Quite scary to look at, a nightmare, where my book at I’ll write fear-
In the heart of you tight squares, I harbour the art of you nice
It’s cause that made me hotter than my dear
Uncle Al’s breath after polishing off his 9th beer
Homie chill listen, I swear, I’m God; I give tracks a holy feel (Holyfield)
And they bite ears
I’m right here, why wouldn’t I be, just waiting to be hooked to IV’s
Brown when you look at my pee
And this joint, no exception, so just point
A direction, and record the pig’s oink
When I rip his intestine
This isn’t just an infection; this won’t go away with penicillin injections
Millions of questions arose after they did an inspection
What I exhibit, seems to be non-contagious yet anybody can get it
Aww shit I did it again, when I lit with this pen, I admitted this phlegm
This time along side Em and the Em
So tell a friend to tell a friend, write a disgusting hook
Jump in shark water and swim, yo where the f*ck is Crook?
I’m right here letting the shotty pop
Quick as a karate chop, get your body shot, get your top chopped like a lollipop
Come with Maserati drop, in the body shot
Get your mommy knocked, and your Uncle Tommy molli-wopped
I take your life to the 9th inning
A knife in a gunfight I love it me and my knife winning
I laugh when you fall the shit will be funny
I buy my bitch a new ass and watch her sit on my money
Man all the bitches holla, they wanna drop my bridges than jaw my dick and
swallow
Leave drawers in this Impala, I ball like Iguodala,
I bear more arms than 6 koalas; as soon as a I draw get sent to
I kill with the tongue, I’m Atilla the Hun, I’m Genghis Khan, I’m a genius spawn
I pillage your village for fun, a syllable gun
Real as they come, Long Beach
Slaughterhouse equals swine flu try to do without trying
Cause to us it’s so easy, where, Jump-off Joe Beezy?