1, 2, 1, 2. This is Paula Perry and it's a brand new year. Time for the weak-ass, whack-ass, no-skills, negative, anti-everything MCs to get shut down. They're getting slaughtered. Welcome to the slaughterhouse. Shut to the whack MCs. Check, check it out. Never hear me talking like a killer man. Started making records but I'm still a fan. I take it down, I break your crown. I make you frown, I wake your town. Tick, check it out, talk, I rock your whole block. Got the funk dialect in stock. With the boom, bashing, bass drum is smashing and crashing. Your bedroom walls, the monster mashing, dashing. Man with the kick that be flying. Kids don't be trying this trick cause I'm scying. Typical 99 rappers wanna kill to sound ill. You couldn't find their brains with a drill. Check it. Welcome to my slaughterhouse, it's like a playpen. Welcome to my slaughterhouse, there's no escaping. This is the place where freestyling, skills and shop like axes. And suckers get the chills. Welcome to my slaughterhouse, it's like a playpen. Welcome to my slaughterhouse, there's no escaping. This is the place where freestyling, skills and shop like axes. And suckers get the chills. What the f*** Strong as the cash, like a rash You'll be itching for the greenin' Everybody's talking like they meanin' Crazy, oh baby, get ready for this yo Make me a poster, hold then a pistol Then I can be the man, I can be the man Cause they see me with a gun in my hand I am not down with the standin' The man did not do what every other man did Candid, just like the man Allen fronts And there's nothing worse than a rapper when he fronts So throw your hands up in the air If you really don't care about the next man's life You get the chair in the slaughterhouse Welcome to my slaughterhouse, it's like a playpen. Welcome to my slaughterhouse, there's no escaping. This is the place where freestyling, skills and shop like axes. And suckers get the chills. Welcome to my slaughterhouse, it's like a playpen. Welcome to my slaughterhouse, there's no escaping. This is the place where freestyling, skills and shop like axes. And suckers get the chills. Too many whack emcees wanna get down with that sound The click, click, boom makes me frown You got beef, it's gettin' ground Enter Hamburger, chapter lost and found To see whose career took a turn from the worst I know what's on second, but who's on first With the wow, pitchin', your fingers start itchin' For the trigger, cause roughneck roots are gettin' rich And bigger, so welcome to my slaughterhouse Lyrical liquid, and I autodouse All these brothers with saliva, check it Splash like a diver, deadhead reviver Suckers get the chills, cause they know the deal Watch me make the big squeal On and on to the breaker, Tony Orlando The Jeep ass nigga in my handle It's the Jeep, it's the Jeep What you know about the Jeep? It's the Jeep, it's the Jeep Here we go with the Jeep It's the Jeep, it's the Jeep What you know about the Jeep? It's the Jeep, it's the Jeep Here we go with the Jeep