� 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 ***, 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 *** 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 ***, 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 *** 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 ***, 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�