SLAUGHTERHOUSE - Flip A Bird lyrics

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[Hook] In the kitchen (putting work) On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird (x8) In the kitchen[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"] Said I'm here for money making, I've lost about all my patience Beat almost all my cases, thought I'd covered up all my bases Bitches try to play you to some how, some way you figure it out You fuck with Jay-Z's bitch from back in the day You might end up with reasonable doubt You fuck with grimey bitches Standing over you taking pictures while you sleeping Cos' you passed out drunk after having a threesome That will give you a reason, to trust no bitch Quit rapping and just go get it cracking (in the kitchen) Bout' to push that white instead of that music Seems like simpler profit, cos nigga's gossiping like they world-stars Empty your bicep, until I find you and empty your pockets If '59′ stop rhyming, im driving on (?) (in the kitchen) I will cop a key and put it on the scale[Hook] On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird (x8) In the kitchen[Verse 2: Joe Budden] Can't tell y'all, if I did drugs or if they did me Nah, we were just doing eachother We were side by side like everyday Didn't care if we ruined eachother Back then it was so real, fully automatic it was overkill I was on weed, I was on dust, might have tried coke And I was on pills, my pockets had rabbit ears My mind gone, wasn't on bills, whole family disappointed in me Couldn't imagine how that made my Momma feel Her one's missing, guns hitting, sorry Momma' your sons tripping Got baggies scattered (in the kitchen) Plus you and Dad was' on the same road Y'all just left, made it right If I didn't learn I'd do the same Pour some liquor, say goodnight Now I'm on this music shit, trying to get this paper right If not I'll be back (in the kitchen)[Verse 3: Crooked I] Let me get it now On twitter, they murder my mentions Cos' they heard I was served by a circle of henchmen Laying in a dirty ditch that bullshit is for (?) There personal mission's worse than snitching To any person that listen, now I wanna' kill a hater A middle finger by the ‘fridgerator, flip a bird in the kitchen Cos' DJ Vlad he was glad, bullets went into me Just to get traffic for his sight, shoulda' did him like MMG But instead I called up sway and we cleared that up on MTV And now I'm back, but should I be Cos' I heard that Slaughterhouse, is about to cop that Shady deal But I'm out here chasing that paper still Push Kush, Coke & crazy pills Me being shot online, didn't stop my grind Nigga' I don't mind, and if I dont rhyme (I'm in the kitchen)[Hook] I go cop and key and put it on the scale On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird (x8)[Verse 4: Joell Ortiz]