Slaughterhouse Ft. Busta Rhymes - Coffin lyrics

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[Busta Rhymes] Slaughterhouse! Bussa Buss! Somebody better find a hurry up to find the nearest fucking exit[Joe Budden] Barge our way through, they wouldn't open the door First time high, they couldn't know what's raw You would die if you smoked it, too potent to snort If you think by the bar, you probably choke on the thought (What up, what up, what up) Speed dial a coroner Done with subliminals, now I'm talking to all of ya Try my patience, wearing it thin I put my pranks in your heart without piercing the skin (What up, what up, what up) I only need knuckles Tell him to travel safe, then make his knees buckle Before they love you, they gotta hate you They say that real recognize real, we can spot fake too[Hook: Busta Rhymes] Y'all know what it is, cause we do it often Caught another body, buy another coffin (What up, what up, what up) Buy another coffin (What up, what up, what up) Buy another coffin We burn shit down, blow torch scorches Slaughterhouse bitch, buy another coffin (What up, what up, what up) Buy another coffin (What up, what up, what up) Buy another coffin[Joell Ortiz] Knick knack paddy whack, Yaowa wanna bone Click clack acrobat a coward with the chrome Purchase another casket, I'm murdering ya bastards My (?) eagle's a bird, dirty little rachet Click clack acrobatic coward with the chrome Screamin' “Oh ahh”, when I Bussa Buss ya I dress my baby up, she got a custom muffler She be like “pew pew” you be like “uh, uh, uh” Can you lean with it? Can you drop with it? Next time I tell you shoot, put a sock in it (What up, what up, what up) Act calm chief We sas-quatch beef, say what up to Buss[Hook][Crooked I] The most beautifulest thing in this world Are the funerals I bring to this world (What up, what up, what up) Gimme the beat, I'mma body it John Gotti it, Crooked probably bodied the audience (What up, what up, what up) then I'm tryna find a whore Dick in that vagina like I'm mining for diamonds or I'm tryna find (?) off some kinda dinosaur Try to score like Kentucky in the final four Yeah, you niggas still will see my gun Is my other dick, cause it kill pussies I'm hood, you good? I'm just checking homie Still hammer dancing, still 2 steppin' with my weapon on me[Hook][Royce da 5'9"] I said if I ain't fucking with you, you can suck a short for Richard Until you hiccup, hiccup, need I say more? Listening to a free beat by Dre, in some free Beats by Dre, or Tell my attorney to cook it and eat it I play catch with the body, and burn it from weekend At Bernie's with Crooked this evenin' I'm up in y'all spot with Jersey Joe, (?) And Brooklyn Ortiz, just please give us a reason (What up, what up, what up) Fuck all the singin' I'm about to be a rich nigga, and waste the whole last bar screamin' You ready? (screams)[Hook][Royce da 5'9"] Haha, we here Ready? (screams)