[Crooked I]
I’m comin with flash just to blast your facemask
Bullets flyin faster than the NASA spacecraft
Get half your face smashed by the click-clack
The impact’s a passion of massive plane crash
The mic minister write literature, rhyme sinister
Might injure, your nine endin your life when it’s the
Prime miniature time witness the prime
Innocent lives kissin goodbye, picture the I, givin a FUCK!
The truth (walkin) just walked in the booth (talkin)
Too (often) I put a hot beat in a new (coffin)
For instrumentals I dig a grave
Then drop so many bars around you when you listen feel like you in a cage
Niggas styles is sour, you makin lemonade
Take a thousand hours to write, our rhymes (Minute Made)
Me, Joey and Joell leave you crippled
Mother-FUCK five cents, but we’ll kill you over Nickel
We some killas!
[Royce Da 5’9″]
21 Rugers
On the hip of 21 goons, 21-gun salutin
Bloody funds is what murder money becomes
21 bodies on all 21 guns
You from the D and you don’t fuck with me, you lame
The streets and the internet fuck with me the same
So later for that punk shit
Cause nigga I’ll smoke you, that’s why they say I stay on that blunt shit
Niggas’ll spray you up before they wet your lady up
Then shoot the baby bassinet to shut your baby up
And I’m in line with the bread
I hold niggas down doin time in the feds
Pharoahe talk to ’em
[Joe Budden] + (Joell Ortiz)
Yeah, yeah; see I’m a on-stage rock star (backstage porn star)
Khloe on her car dash, (Kourtney on the OnStar)
Zoe Kravitz stumblin out the telly in a torn bra
(They dribble on my balls in the whip, now that’s a sports car)
Dawg, you gotta see him when he drive by
(Cock-eyed) Have all the ladies going gaga
Me? I’m more mellow, so I’m lookin for a La La
(You sure? I want a whore, a Gabor, a young Zsa Zsa)
(The one, a outcast, I don’t need to rock)
So I could put my love below by her speakerbox
The one (Kate Perry try and kiss my wife)
And gave me dome at Katie’s home, baby this the LIFE!
[Royce Da 5’9″]
Nickel, uhh
Round of applause for the dope boys
Here’s to the phenomenal quote boys
Y’all don’t understand this a phenomenal brand
The smack goin down like cube’s domino hand
Haha, if that rapper alive
He probably happy just to slap me a five
Homie the game ain’t dead, it’s just a couple key athletes died
It’s why I’m rappin like I have to revive (Slaughterhouse!)
The mix of Magic and M.J. passion
Get in the way it’s gon’ be tragic as M.J. passin
With ears like D-R, the CPR
The game’ll never breathe its last breath because we are
[Crooked I]
The house gang, rap’s holy alliance
Why you so scurred? I’m only a giant
I do it late night, call me Conan O’Brien
And the nose on my gun look like Pinocchio lyin
Last king to Scotland sippin good liquor
If you’re Meagan Good, I’m Forest Would-Dick-‘er
Oscar winner, Oscar wiener
If you’re flow’s Aquafina, I’m Katrina
Uh, y’all say that your pockets are big
I’d rather say that I’m ‘Pac mixed with Big
You’re lookin at a microphone rocker on vodka
That’s why I be walkin awkward, ya DIG?
[Joe Budden]
(Joey!) Look, forever had to warm him
Take him to the cleaners, plastic bag on him
I ain’t like y’all, I don’t like y’all
Put him in lyrical jail with suicide thoughts
Kick the chair hang him from his mic cord
What’s the fight for? Never back down
I’m on some bullshit, quick sippin Jack now
Royce on Patron, Crook got the chron’
Guess what I’m tryna say is leave them boys alone
How you got hope – had nothin to prove
And had nothin to lose and now we got both
Celebration bitches, now we got toast
But with no ratchets, Joell go ‘head attack it, uh
[Joell Ortiz]
Real nigga, rhyme spitter, ho bagger
Boast swagger, flow dagger, hip-hop toe-tagger
No slacker, I could chill but I’d so rather
Eat a nigga cause he’s sweeter than a glass of Goldschlager
Poor rappers, here on y’all won’t matter
And I’m out braggin every interview so you mo’ matter
I’m the man in the booth
With A Few Good Men, and “you can’t handle the truth” (no!)
And y’all could say I’m nice but I’m not
I’m mean, flow coke with ice in the pot
The fiends gon’ go broke, they dyin to cop
My team is so dope you like it or not!
Eminem fucked that last album up! Has them rapping to some bullshit! Glad Just Blaze is overseeing this one! Definitely looking forward to the album now!
From Em executive producing to Just. Slaughterhouse moving in the right direction.
yea yo finally some good news
SLAUGHTERHOUSE!!!
they better come correct , they dont even need a feature from eminem , they will tho for promo
1st album a classic , ill never let the slaughter die
hope just blaze comes threw with this
last album was horrible
slaughterhouse ft tech n9ne????
i cant wait …. this slaughterhouse’s last chance tho
1st album for ever
hoping for a beat like ” i get high ” remix by styles p and meth and red
slaughterhouse for life
even if its just one album
bumping the first album right now
the physical one not some digital shit
didnt buy the ep or our house cuz they whack
fuck eminem i threw relapse and recovery down 15 floors, i kept slaughterhouse tho
Nah, the EP was nice.
But they’ll never give us another debut 🙁
royce said they were going to change the sound and give the fans what they want
i think
slaughterhouse needs to more mature
the last album was for the kids
or white frat boys
Royce is coming ,,rappers better be scared
[Crooked I]
I’m comin with flash just to blast your facemask
Bullets flyin faster than the NASA spacecraft
Get half your face smashed by the click-clack
The impact’s a passion of massive plane crash
The mic minister write literature, rhyme sinister
Might injure, your nine endin your life when it’s the
Prime miniature time witness the prime
Innocent lives kissin goodbye, picture the I, givin a FUCK!
The truth (walkin) just walked in the booth (talkin)
Too (often) I put a hot beat in a new (coffin)
For instrumentals I dig a grave
Then drop so many bars around you when you listen feel like you in a cage
Niggas styles is sour, you makin lemonade
Take a thousand hours to write, our rhymes (Minute Made)
Me, Joey and Joell leave you crippled
Mother-FUCK five cents, but we’ll kill you over Nickel
We some killas!
[Royce Da 5’9″]
21 Rugers
On the hip of 21 goons, 21-gun salutin
Bloody funds is what murder money becomes
21 bodies on all 21 guns
You from the D and you don’t fuck with me, you lame
The streets and the internet fuck with me the same
So later for that punk shit
Cause nigga I’ll smoke you, that’s why they say I stay on that blunt shit
Niggas’ll spray you up before they wet your lady up
Then shoot the baby bassinet to shut your baby up
And I’m in line with the bread
I hold niggas down doin time in the feds
Pharoahe talk to ’em
[Joe Budden] + (Joell Ortiz)
Yeah, yeah; see I’m a on-stage rock star (backstage porn star)
Khloe on her car dash, (Kourtney on the OnStar)
Zoe Kravitz stumblin out the telly in a torn bra
(They dribble on my balls in the whip, now that’s a sports car)
Dawg, you gotta see him when he drive by
(Cock-eyed) Have all the ladies going gaga
Me? I’m more mellow, so I’m lookin for a La La
(You sure? I want a whore, a Gabor, a young Zsa Zsa)
(The one, a outcast, I don’t need to rock)
So I could put my love below by her speakerbox
The one (Kate Perry try and kiss my wife)
And gave me dome at Katie’s home, baby this the LIFE!
[Royce Da 5’9″]
Nickel, uhh
Round of applause for the dope boys
Here’s to the phenomenal quote boys
Y’all don’t understand this a phenomenal brand
The smack goin down like cube’s domino hand
Haha, if that rapper alive
He probably happy just to slap me a five
Homie the game ain’t dead, it’s just a couple key athletes died
It’s why I’m rappin like I have to revive (Slaughterhouse!)
The mix of Magic and M.J. passion
Get in the way it’s gon’ be tragic as M.J. passin
With ears like D-R, the CPR
The game’ll never breathe its last breath because we are
[Crooked I]
The house gang, rap’s holy alliance
Why you so scurred? I’m only a giant
I do it late night, call me Conan O’Brien
And the nose on my gun look like Pinocchio lyin
Last king to Scotland sippin good liquor
If you’re Meagan Good, I’m Forest Would-Dick-‘er
Oscar winner, Oscar wiener
If you’re flow’s Aquafina, I’m Katrina
Uh, y’all say that your pockets are big
I’d rather say that I’m ‘Pac mixed with Big
You’re lookin at a microphone rocker on vodka
That’s why I be walkin awkward, ya DIG?
[Joe Budden]
(Joey!) Look, forever had to warm him
Take him to the cleaners, plastic bag on him
I ain’t like y’all, I don’t like y’all
Put him in lyrical jail with suicide thoughts
Kick the chair hang him from his mic cord
What’s the fight for? Never back down
I’m on some bullshit, quick sippin Jack now
Royce on Patron, Crook got the chron’
Guess what I’m tryna say is leave them boys alone
How you got hope – had nothin to prove
And had nothin to lose and now we got both
Celebration bitches, now we got toast
But with no ratchets, Joell go ‘head attack it, uh
[Joell Ortiz]
Real nigga, rhyme spitter, ho bagger
Boast swagger, flow dagger, hip-hop toe-tagger
No slacker, I could chill but I’d so rather
Eat a nigga cause he’s sweeter than a glass of Goldschlager
Poor rappers, here on y’all won’t matter
And I’m out braggin every interview so you mo’ matter
I’m the man in the booth
With A Few Good Men, and “you can’t handle the truth” (no!)
And y’all could say I’m nice but I’m not
I’m mean, flow coke with ice in the pot
The fiends gon’ go broke, they dyin to cop
My team is so dope you like it or not!
Eminem fucked that last album up! Has them rapping to some bullshit! Glad Just Blaze is overseeing this one! Definitely looking forward to the album now!
same here
they could release an album in the next couple months if they want
made the first one in a week
KEEP SWIZZ BEATS AWAY FROM SLAUGHTERHOUSE
YO THE FIRST A FUCKING CLASSIC
SO LUCKY TO FIND THESE GUYS BEFORE THEY BLEW UP AND FLOPPED
word.
SLAUGHTERHOUSE FEATURING B.O.B ???
Uh, y’all say that your pockets are big
I’d rather say that I’m ‘Pac mixed with Big – crooked i
when slaughterhouse first came out they called them whaack
but when the eminem album came they all jumped on the band waggon
fake fans equal fake music
not wack, but unlistenable, they’re still unlistenable
the bars are crazy , no every lyric
its very listenable
dont think u like rap or ur retarted
explain to me how there unlistenable
do i post there verses again
they would rap circles around ur favorite rapper
fukin fruit
THERE NEW SHIT IS UNLISTENABLE
I CAN TELL INSTANTLY IS ITS HIP HOP
THE EP WAS WHACK
THEY ONE ALBUM AND SOME RANDOM SONGS
Jus why you fukkin with the decepticons my nigga?
ILL NEVER LET THE SLAUGHTER DIE
fuck shadyrecords just let slaughterhouse be the supergroup they are
the voltron crew
royce should get dj premier involved