Session One feat. Slaughterhouse

歌詞

Ladies and gentlemen make some noise. Aww shit, yeah. Y'all ready to get this shit started or what? Aiight, well I brought some friends with me too. Eminem Now I ain't back just for the sake of 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 'gnac (Woo!) Burp bubbles, attitudes immature and double shot of Bacardi, party vision is blurrin' Woah-oh! I can't see shit, my words get to slurrin' Uh oh! You can call me R. Kelly, now urine/you're in Trouble! What's accurin' before, after, and durin' the show There's no bearin' on the bad news I'm bearin', whoa What is it wordplay? No, I'm pushin' you out the do' So suck my dick on the couch if you wanna cushion the blow Now stomp your fuckin' feet 'til you get to squishin' a ho Its pandemo-nium standin' O when you see him (Oh!) Damn, baby you look good, you givin' me wood You should, pull over like a sweatshirt with a hood Let's network, get our poly on, you and me both break bread While I'm coppin' over this game to pinch a loaf Now homie, who's your favorite pain in the ass Who claims to be spittin' the same flames as me I'm Kanye when he crashed In other words, I got the hood on smash like I stepped on the gas Destroyed the front end, deployed the damn air bags on the dash Went through 'em and laughed Came back an hour after the accident and bit a God-damn Jawbreaker in half So stop fakin' the funk and start shakin' ya ass Slaughterhouse in the house with the Caucasian of rap And Just Blaze on the track What the fucks more amazin' then that, slut? Answer me that Royce where you at Royce da 5'9" I'm right here fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers To pry apart you, 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 linin' I pull it out and flip your partner upside-down like ya'll are a couple 69in' It's like Rick James is shooting up your house, nigga [rapid gunfire] "FUCK YO' COUCH NIGGA!" You screaming 'fuck the world' with your middle finger up While I'm over here shoving my dick in a hole in the mud My bitch, 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, we go Alfred E. Newman, mad cerebral, you on your last burrito (What that mean Nickel?) It's a wrap if you eating Get a beat then terrorize that bitch like I'm Middle Eastern Slaughterhouse on fire, nobody touching that Good day and good night, Ortiz, yo where the fuck you at Joell Ortiz 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 write fear In the heart of you tight squares, I harbor the art of "You Nice" wear It's type weird cuz that made me hotter than my dear Uncle Al's breath after polishin' off his ninth 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 It's Mumm-Ra's well 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 intestines) 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 it I did it again when I lit up this pen, I emitted this phlegm This time it's along side it Em-in-em So tell a friend to tell a friend, bite a disgusting hook Jump in shark water and swim, yo where the fuck is Crook Crooked I I'm right here letting the shotty pop, quick as a karate chop Get your body shot, get your top chopped like a lollipop Colored Maserati drop, in a body shop Get your mommy knocked, and your Uncle Tommy molliwopped (Geah!) I take your life to the 9th innin' A knife in a gunfight... I love it, me and my knife winnin' I laugh when you fall, the shit'll 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 britches than jaw my dick to swallow Leave drawers in this Impala, I ball like Iguodala I bear more arms than 6 koalas (uh) As soon as I draw get sent to Allah Bi-linguist don, I kill with the tongue, I'm Attila the Hun, I'm Genghis Khan, I'm a genius spawn I pillage your village for fun, an egregious con A syllable gun, real as they come, Long Beach Saddam (Blaow!) Slaughterhouse equals swine flu, a sound flyin', we do what you try to do without trying (Slaughterhouse!) Cuz to us it's so easy, where's... "Jump-off" Joe Beezy