Now I ain't back just for the sake of this saying I'm back I could relax but I'd rather stack ammo on tracks Couples at X light a couple wax candles then black Gotta relax till I yak Jack Daniels and yak Burp bubbles, attitudes immature and Double shot of Bacardi, party vision is blurring Woah, I can't see ***, my words get the slurring Uh oh, you can call me R. Kelly now, you're in trouble What's occurring before, after enduring the show Has no bearing on the bad news I'm bearing Woah, what is it wordplay? Yo, I'm pushing you out the dome So *** on the couch if you wanna cushion the blow Now stomp your *** feet till you get the squish in the hole It's Panama, me I'm standing O when you see him Oh damn baby you look good, you're giving me work 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 copping over this game to pinch a loaf Now homie, who's your favorite pain in the ass? Who claims to be spitting the same flames as me? I'm Kanye when he crash, in other words I got the hood on smash Like I stepped on the gas, destroyed the front end Deployed the damn airbags from the dash Went through them and laughed, came back an hour after the accident Be the goddamn jawbreaker it has So stop faking the funk and start shaking your ass Slaughterhouse in the house with the car keys and the rap And just blaze on the track What the ***'s more amazing than that, smut? Answer me that, what is where you at? I'm right here, fire marshal Verbal paraply as I'm prying part two Lump on your head designed by a bar stool Designed by a cartoon Before I need to be hired Jimmy, I.F.I. and Marshal Denied, tucked against the line-in I pull it out and flip your partner upside down Like y'all are a couple sixty-niners It's like Rick James is shooting up your house, nigga *** your couch, nigga You screaming *** the world with your middle finger up While I'm over here shoving my dick in the hole in the mud My bitch know I'm perfectly fit for murder Because I murdered her So you can call me nickel to OJ to glue I got a posse of insane clowns Blow your brains on your opposite ear And ask you how your brain sound Bad, evil, ego, Alfred E. Newman Mansory, bro, you on your last burrito What that mean, nickel? It's a rap if you eating Get a beat to terrorize that bitch like I'm Middle Eastern Slaughterhouse on fire, nobody touching that Good day and good night, Ortiz Yo, where the *** you at? I'm right here, my night 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 night squares It's tight weird cause that made me hotter than my dear Uncle Al's breath after polishing off his ninth beer Homie, chill, listen, I swear I'm God, I give tracks a holy feel And they bite ears I'm right here, why wouldn't I be? Just waiting to be hooked obvious Mum rhymes well when you look at my pee And this joint no exception, so just point a direction And record the pig's ointment 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 could get it all ***ted I did it again when I littered this pen I emitted this phlegm This time it's alongside edamame So tell a friend to tell a friend Write a disgusting hook Jump in shark water and swim Yo, where the *** you at? I'm right here, letting the shawty pop Quick as a karate chop Get your body shot, get your top chopped Like a lollipop, come look Maserati drop In a body shop, get your mommy not And your uncle Tommy Molly wop I take your life to the ninth inning A knife in a gunfight I love it, me and my knife winning I laugh when you fall, the ***'ll be funny I buy my bitch a new ass and watch her sit on my money Man, all the bitches holler They wanna drop my britches, then jaw my dick and swallow Leave draws and disembowel her I ball like Iguodala I bear more arms than six koalas As soon as I draw, get sent to Isle of Bilinguistan 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 Realest they come, on beats, a dog Slaughterhouse equals swine flu A south line, we do what you try to do without trying Cause to us it's so easy Where's Jumpoff Joe B.G.?