Life handed me lemons
I jump back into the
public eye and squirted
lemon juice in it
By now you just wish I'd
fucking die but I electrify
Get electrocuted
executed by an executioner
of my flow too quick
for the human eye to
detect zooming by
Guess who
what's happening guys
They told me to shit
I fell off that pot
Hopped right back up
on that crapper and I
Said fuck you
with a capital I
Look who's back to
antagonize
You don't like it
You can eat shit
fuck off little
faggot and die
You right back like a
maggot on my dick grabbing
at my shit
better get to the back
of the line
You wanna get your shot
at me what kinda crap is that
Battle what kind of rapper
would I be before I let
another rapper think he's hot
I'll bury my face in his
stinky twat and go alalalala
Girl my head space is limited
ain't even room in the
back of my mind
That's why I ain't
thinking about you
I don't got time and I
told you a thousand times
So how can I find the
time to put an alkaline
battery in Royce's back
and at the same time put
juice in mine
Goddamnit Slaughterhouse
is signed
I'm a menace villain
my pen is sitting spilling
my lyrics killing
Then I let you witness shit
when it hit the ceiling
The niggas willing to
give the listeners the
sickest feeling
Like mixing some Benadryl
and penicillin
Then I'm filling the clip
with a written
Can you picture my
pistol drilling
A million women and children
when I'm illing
But it isn't real it's a rap
On the real it's a wrap
How could you possibly
stop the Apocalypse
When I'm atomic bombing
the populous
Shock the metropolis
hostile as a kid
Popping the Glock at his
moms and his pops
Then he hops in his drop
with his iPod rocking
the Slaughterish
Documentation and lyrics
I write with confidence
Write like a columnist
slash novelist
I'm in this game to demolish
establish my dominance
Over prominent rappers you
popping shit
till you opposite
I can spit ominous so
spit politics now
I'm Haile Selassie
Gandhi and Pac of this
hip hop genre bitch
Lyrically I'm a
cocaine Altoid
Ability told brain
it's a no brain bout boy
Physically I'm literally
a cocaine cowboy
Wait wait
did I just go almost four bars
without talking about
my big dick
The other day me and your
thick bitch had a great day
and we ate cake
And then we walked and then
she tried to jack me
off but she lost
Cause she couldn't
handle my shit
wait I sweared
Irony of Ryan is I am
bipolar while I'm rhyming
standing beside a big
old white bear
Neither one of us fight fair
you are literally looking at
Woody and Wesley in a movie
With a white boy ain't got to
jump no where cause I'm here
Nigga I'm on fire yeah
and I'm every bitch's dream
One two I'm coming for you
I'm a big old Nightmare
Nigga this the slaughter
stepping up
I'll pretty much slap your
ass and tell you to
shut the fuck up
After that I'll slap your
ass again and tell you to
shut the fuck up shutting up
And that's how you
body a fucking beat
I should be the one
that goes slow
Nah get a stopwatch
clock my flow
Hit the button on top
watch your jaw drop
Oh Oh da da Oh Yaowa
When I drop I go outer space
Blackout ike Darth
Vader's face
Placed in a molten shower
Say something
and get done proper
Mama poppa pouring out vodka
Mama Mia
Em pass me the scissors
There's visitors in the
Slaughterhouse casa better
jet boy go home
better jet boy G4 chrome
Better jet boy
Mark Sanchez Santanio Holmes
I'm not yo any
old homeboy just
Sitting in a lab
picking up a pad
I be spitting bad
I'mma get you mad with this
gift I have
Little ducks sufferin
sickatash when the trigger
blast I'mma put your beak
on your fitted hat rrrtat
Where the liquor at
Sip of yac
Bad bitch and a vicious
track I relididax
Slide Pro tools to both so
smooth I coast to the West
like where Crooked living at
New York here's a piggyback
ride to the motherland
Hold on brotherman
on the other hand get down
I'm gutter fam
gun butt you with the Eagle
handle Cunningham
I don't wanna talk
I just wanna beef
I don't want a piece
I want it all baby boy
I don't wanna eat
I wanna feast up stuff my
cheeks with rough
beats and shit
You done weak
I'm the one capisce
Insane what they call us
How you married to the game
but you probably shouldn't
have came to the altar
Every bar like propane
for the sawed off
you shoulda hand and
they'll fault you
Eminem Mr Porter
slaughter my sentiments
eminent torture
All of you feminine marauders
they're swimming that water
Men will assault you
tommys and bats to
resemble Lasorda
Kidnap your trembling daughter
at least a quarter
I'ma menacing supporter
got an aura more like
Sodom and Gomorrah
Normally something's
wrong with me
Blame it on quantity of the
porn I see on the pawns to me
When I fix the game y'all
think shit came
with a warranty
How the fuck are they gonna
stop what I was born to be
Corner me
shit belong to me
two choices
you can get along with me
Or sit your faggot ass right
there in dormancy
Wait all he missing is
heels to be RuPaul
Ain't nobody that's real
ever knew y'all
And I'm second to none
and I'm dealing with bums
Whose time never comes
now deal with the blue balls
You ain't gotta fear me
but you'll respect me
Ain't niggas who never
met me threaten me
want to gillete me
Coming to sword fight
against a machete swingin
Swinging spaghetti like it's
heavy some said he
deserve an ESPY
In a Chevy like Andretti
put the Desi
where his chest be