On the front lawn of MLK in the crossfire I am evolving to the lost diaries of the mob and the Rothschilds I feel like God bought the vials And I am just laying down inside of like Cork and Tiles Man, here we go I said that we live in a land of criminals My era, my era, my era so original Uh-uh, I survived it and that's a miracle I'm mad Cause I'm from Slaughterhouse You better check yourself Like Ice Cube said, before you wreck yourself Like Boone said, you should protect yourself Animals, I gotta go Y'all, y'all, y'all, y'all, y'all Y'all, y'all, y'all, y'all, y'all Yo, snapping necks plus I'm live in effect I'm in a slick Rick eye patch but I got it from Hex Rappers avoid eye contact That's out of respect for the God in the flesh The ominous and dominous wrecks They be like, you put the thot on yikes I told y'all once, I told y'all twice That motherfucker is nice I'm the king of the bloodsport on mics I'm from wherever you have beef Y'all probably fist fought on sight Get your ass beat at the basketball court on spite Then tell your wife to put your life support on ice I'm the rap, Penel Whittaker, the honorable minister Leaving every amateur inoperable, I finished him Making plaques out of their head like they're venison Used to be the battle tonight with M. Illington Spilling over fabulous shams, my man Dillerson Rappers speak for me, I am the ventriloquist I'm so stubborn, the government won't govern That brother you spoke of, it just wasn't as dope, was it? I'm cold buzzin', I never been low budget A taste of your own medicine, here come a dose of it I break free like Chesimard Keep them guessing hard while broads say my bars is like ASMR All my dogs is out the reservoir Top five, I'm what the legends are Live at the edge of darkness and light One phone call, my youngins taking flight You a box, bitch, I never bite Long kiss, goodnight, I stay heated My people in the place need it If you ain't standing up for yourself Then stay seated, and they cheated They lie like a miracle, but Spoochie, I'm a miracle I'm still super lyrical, live from the pterodome Loud like a megaphone, tough most a third Seven-inch headphones Man, here we go I said that we live in a land of criminals My era, my era, my era so original Uh-uh, I survived it and that's a miracle I'm mad Cause I'm from Slaughterhouse Check yourself Like Ice Cube said, before you wreck yourself Like Jake said, you shouldn't check yourself Animal I gotta go and y'all, y'all, y'all, y'all Y'all, y'all, y'all, y'all, y'all But I hope an ambulance is en route Paper's a hand grenade soon as I pull the pin out I am the Santa Fe man, de León, Orlando and Colorado And Columbine all combined into one I don't walk, I lie, bitch, I run Cause we don't got no time to wait, so come on, da-naan They called me five-na-naan and thought, da-na-da-naan And like a shotgun, I'm ready to cock it on them Ladies, pussies, stretched out Like the optimal, never had no trouble keeping up with the times I just adapt to the climate, I treat it like my Levi's When they ain't buttoned up right, I adjust on the fly Middle fingers, put them high, that's why they call it a bird Cause you put it up in the sky, and I'm like a spider crawling up your spinal column I'm climbing all up the side of the asylum wall And dive in a pile of Tylenol, yeah, like a vagina problem Do a diabolical gynecologist trying to ball a fist I will fuck you just by me, double-timing the rhyming I leave you stymied, that's why they still vilify me Like Bill O'Reilly, I'ma show you what I mean When they call me the Harvey Weinstein of 2019 I'ma conniving, when I'm on the mic, I'ma stand out Like a lime green white beater with a knife in it I'm a sightseeing, as you can see from the ring I'm wearing me in this game, we got married already Had the prenup ready, fucked hard, I should've seen her belly She barely was three months pregnant, bitch had it, gave me a baby We ganged at Machine Gun Kelly Now here's to LL Big L and LK Solo, Tretton, G-Rap, DJ Polo, Tony D-O-D, B-Mo, D-Run, D-M-C, that OG N-E-P, M-D, D-O-C, Ice, D-Evil, D-King T-U-T, F-O, and Schoolie, D-P-E, and B-D-P Y-Z and Chi-Ali, Rakim and Eric B They were like my therapy from B-I-G In Paris, three times Oakland, super level C In PRT, N-W-A, and E-Z, E-M-B-R-E Was like my GPS, without him, I don't know where I'd be Man, here we go I said that we live in a land of criminals My era, my era, my era's so original Uh-huh, I survived it and that's a miracle Aw, man Cause I'm from Slaughterhouse, check yourself Like Ice Cube said, before you wreck yourself Like Big Zag said, you should protect yourself Animal I got em goin' Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo