Life ain't in me limits, I jump back in the public eye and squirt a lemon Too cynic, by now you just wish I'd ***in' die But I electrify, get electrocuted, execute it by the execution of my blow To wait for the human eye to detect zoomin' by Guess who? What's happenin', guy? They told me to ***, I fell off that pot, hop right back on that ***, or not? Said *** it, put a capital I, look who's back to antagonize You don't like it, you can eat ***, *** off, little faggot, and die You write text like a magnet on my dick, grabbin' in my ***, better get to the back of the line If you wanna get your shot at me, what kind of *** is that, paddle? What kind of rapper would I, before I let another rapper think he's hot? I'll bury my face in his dinky *** and go, Girl, my head space is limited, ain't even room in the back of my mind So I ain't thinkin' about you, I don't got time, and I told you a thousand times So how can I find the time to put an alcoholic battery in Royce's back And at the same time put juice in mine? Goddamn it, slaughterhouse inside! Slaughterhouse! I'm a menace villain, my pen is sittin' spillin' My lyrics killin', then I let you witness *** when it hit the ceilin' A nigga's willin' to give the listeners the sickest feelin' Like mixin' some Benadryl and penicillin' Then I'm fillin' a clip with a written Can you picture my pistol drillin'? 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 bombin' the populace? Shock the metropolis, hostile as a kid poppin' A Glock at his mom's and his pops, then he hops in his drop With his iPod rockin' his slaughterous documentation The lyrics I write with confidence, write like a columnist slash novelist I'm in this game to demolish it, established my dominance Over-prominent rappers, you poppin' *** to your opposite I can spit ominous, so spit politics Now I'm Haile Selassie, Gandhi in pocket, it's hip-hop genre Bitch! Slaughterhouse! Physically, I'm a cocaine altoid Ability to 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 talkin' about my big dick? The other day, me and yo thick bitch had a great date And we ate cake and then we walk And then she tried to jack 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', standin' 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 Nigga, I'm on fire, yeah And I'm every bitch's dream One, two, I'm comin' for you, I'm a big ol' nightmare Nigga, this is Slaughter, step it up I'll pretty much slap yo' ass and tell you to shut the *** up After that, I'll slap yo' ass again and tell you to shut the *** up Shuttin' up, and that's how you body a ***in' beat 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, I When I drop, I go outta space Blacked out like Darth Vader's face Placed in a molten shower Say somethin' and get done proper Mama, papa, pourin' alcohol Mama mia, and pass me the Caesar's It's easier than the Slaughterhouse Casa Better Jet Boy go home Better Jet Boy G4 chrome Better Jet Boy, Mark Sanchez, Antonio Holmes I'm not your Eddie O'Holmes Boy, you're just sittin' in the lab, pickin' up a pad I be spittin' bad, I'ma get you mad with this gift I have Lord, don't suffer in seconds, ask when the trigger blasts I'ma put your beak on your feet and RAP With a lick of ass Sip a Yag, bad bitch, and a vicious track I'ma let it act Slide pro tools to four strokes Move a coast to the west like we're trigger limited New York is a piggyback ride to the motherland Hold on, brother man, on the other hand Get down, I'm gonna fin Gun butt you with the eagle handle Cunningham, I don't want it all I just want a beef I don't want a piece I want it all, baby boy I don't wanna eat, I wanna feast Stuff my cheeks with rough pieces ***, you dumb weak, I'm the one compete Slaughterhouse Insane what they call us How you married to the game But you probably sent the game to the altar Every bar like propane for the salt off You try to hang it and forge it Eminem is deplored and slaughtered My sin is imminent torture All of your feminine marauders They're swimmin' at water Men will assault you Every time he's a *** The symbol of slaughter Kidnap your trembling daughter At least a quarter I'm a menacing supporter He's got an aura more like Sodom and Gomorrah Normally something's wrong with me Blaming the corn than the ear of the pawn I see on the pawns to me When I fixed the game They all think *** came with a warranty How the *** they gonna stop What I was born to be Corner me *** belong to me Two choices You can get along with me Or sit your faggot ass right there in dormancy Wait, all he missed in his heels To be RuPaul Ain't nobody that's real Ever knew y'all second to none And I'm dealing with bones Whose time will ever come Now deal with the blue balls You ain't gotta fear me But you'll respect me Swingin' spaghetti like it's heavy Some said he deserve an Espy In a Chevy like Andretti Put the Desi with his chest beat Slaughterhouse!