AHHH! Life aiming me lemons, I jump back into public eye Squirting lemons, juice in it, by now you just wish I f***ing died But I electrify, get electrocuted, executed by The execution of my blow to wait for the human eye to detect zoom in by Chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-bomb Gu-gu-guess who? What's happening, guy? They told me this s***, I fell off that pot, hop right back on that crap, over and out Said f*** it, with a capital I, look who's back to attack and denignize You don't like it, you need to s*** off, or the f***ing die You right back like a magnet on my f***ing grabbing in my s*** Better get to the back of the line, if you wanna get your shot at me What kinda crap is that? Battle what kinda rapper will I? Before I let another rapper think he's hot, I'll bury my face in his stinky d*** Oh, eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh Girl, my head space is limited, ain't even room in the back of my mind So 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 alcohol on a battery and Royce's back? And at the same time, put juice in mine Damn it, slaughterhouse, it's time! Slaughterhouse I'm a menace villain, my pen is sitting, spilling my lyrics, killing Then I let you witness s*** when it hit the ceiling A d*** willing to give the listeners the sickest feeling Like mixes, I'm bender, drilling, penicillin Then I'm filling a clip with a written b***h Can you picture my b***h drilling? A million women and children when I'm illin' But it isn't real, it's a rap, on the real, it's a rap How could you possibly stop the apocalypse when I'm atomic bombing the populace? Shocked the metropolis, hostile as a kid poppin' a d*** Yeah, this mom's in his pops, then he hops in his drop With his iPod rockin' his slaughterous documentation Of lyrics I write with confidence, write like a columnist slash novelist I'm in this game to demolish it, establish my dominance It's over, prominent rappers, you poppin' d*** to your opposite I could spit ominous or spit politics Now I'm Haile Selassie, Gandhi in pocket, it's hip-hop genre X Lyrically, I'm a c***, altoid, ability to brain, it's a no-brain bout, boy Physically, I'm literally a c***, cowboy Wait, wait, did I just go almost four bars without talkin' about my b***h? The other day, me and your b***h had a great date and we ate cake And then we walk, and then she tried to d*** me off But she lost, cause she couldn't handle my shake, wait, I swear The irony of Ryan is I am bipolar, while I'm rhymin' standing beside a big ol' white bear Neither one of us fight fair You were literally lookin' at Woody and Wesley in a movie Where the white boy ain't got to jump nowhere, cause I'm here I'm on fire, yeah, and I'm every b***h's dream One, two, I'm comin' for you, I'm a big ol' nightmare It's a slaughter, step it up I'll pretty much slap your ass and tell you to shut the f*** up After that, I'll slap your ass again and tell you to shut the f*** up, shuttin' up And that's how you body a b***h, b***h Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye Slaughterhouse I should be the one that goes slow Man, get a stopwatch, clock my flow Hit the button on top, watch the drill drop, oh, oh, dot, dot, oh, yow, wow When I drop, I go out of space Blacked out like Darth Vader's face, placed in a molten shower Say somethin' and get done proper Mama, Papa, pourin' out vodka Mama mia, impasse me the seas as it's easy to send a slaughterhouse gossip Better Jet Boy go home, better Jet Boy G4 throne Better Jet Boy won't send shit, San Antonio homes I'm not your Anteo homeboy, you just sit in the lab, pickin' up a pad I be spittin' bad, I'ma get you mad with this gift I have Lil' duck sufferin', sick attached with a b***h blast I'ma put your beak on your feet and have a blast With a lick of ass, sip a Yak, bad b***h in a vicious track I'ma let it act, slide Pro Tools to four strokes Move a coast to the west like we're cookin' lemonade New York is a piggyback ride to the motherland Hold on, brother man, on the other hand, get down I'm gonna fam-gun bite you with the eagle handle, cunning hand 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 feed Stuff my cheeks with rough pieces You dumb weak, I'm the one compete Slaughter They say what they call us How you married to the game? But you probably shit that came to the altar Every bar like propane for the salter If you try to hang in a forger Imminent misdeplorter Slaughter my sentiments, imminent torture All of your feminine marauders They're swimmin' at water, men will assault ya Tommy's a bastard, resemble a sorter Kidnapped your trembling daughter At least a quarter, I'm a menacing supporter Like Sodom and Gomorrah normally Something's wrong with me Blamin' the Kwon Then they hear the f*** I see on the pawns to me When I fix the game They'll think f*** came with a warranty How the f*** you gonna stop it? I was born to be corn to me F***in' belong to me Two choices You can get along with me Or sit your f*** right there in dormancy Wait All he missing is heels to be RuPaul Ain't nobody that's real ever knew y'all Second to none And I'm dealin' with bones Who's time will ever come now Deal with the blue f*** You ain't gotta fear me But you respect me N****s who never met me Threaten me Why don't you let me Come on the sofa Get some machete Swingin' spaghetti Like it's heavy Some city deserve an Espy And a Chevy like Andretti Put the d*** with Chesby Slaughterhouse