And if the accident will, well we'll both fade away And I'll leave you still, and we will both be safe Say you're safe, your life will pass away Only
I knew a man who's heart was cold as stone he had a love for one that was his own well we knew his time had come he was father and the son he had it
Laurie Post, slashed still screaming, fuck fantasy superstars! Ripped, raped, pornographic meat, tits blood guts gore Slaughterhouse pornography!
up Know you'd rather see me dead And the raindrops keep on falling I said they keep on falling And they keep on falling I said they keep on falling Slaughterhouse
should only drive on the race track So the lines bout your feelings and the Maybach Are ghost tails about the Phantoms, face facts you ruin hip hop, slaughterhouse
Grind Music bitch! [Sheek Louch] Aiyyo Joell, I'm on this son {"Put some money on it"} Yeah, Don Corlito flyin out a Tito The further I get the ground
Well, I'm headed down the southern trail, I'm goin' chicken huntin' Choppin' red neck chicken necks, I ain't sayin' nothin' To the hillbilly, stick my
high in the sky Put 'em up high, put 'em up high Put 'em up high, fingers in the sky Put 'em up, Slaughterhouse, Slaughterhouse Ohh, ohh, Fatman Scoop, Slaughterhouse Fatman Scoop, Slaughterhouse
, here we go Pick it up yo, here we go [Chorus] BACK ON THE SCENE CRISPY AND CLEAN BACK ON THE SCENE CRISPY AND SLAUGHTERHOUSE! [Royce da 5'9] Slaughterhouse
Intro: Joe Budden] Ladies and gentlemen! Frequency, I present The new fight club up in this bitch (Slaughterhouse) We go by the name of Slaughterhouse
My triggers is stupid, you thugs is funny My guns be, goin', eh, for the love of money Dumb, fabulous rhymer give you luger lasagna Hula hoop, hold you
Hello hip-hop, goodbye music It's like a love hate relationship Ridin' in the Ferrari while takin' trips Compared to beer takin' sips Sittin' somewhere
Ladies and gentlemen Hey, ho Slaughterhouse Hey, woo Slaughterhouse in the place to be, see And we got what it takes to rock the mic We gon' take it
I'm not afraid of the storm, no It seems like you're slipping away I'm not afraid of the storm, no I'm not afraid of the storm You fuckin' with a killa
[Intro: 50 Cent sample] Fix your motherfuckin face nigga! Look at these fuckin chimpanzees Bunch of fuckin monkeys... (Mr. Porter!) [Chorus: Pharoahe
fuck with my team? Pretty ass thing with the infrared beam Sleep on that and get killed while you dream Fuck a rap group Slaughterhouse a machine Slaughterhouse
[Joell Ortiz:] I define gutter, everytime I rhyme I climb up another notch Hip hop got my spine smothered But I'll be fine brother My mind hovers above