SLAUGHTERHOUSE

SLAUGHTERHOUSE - Killaz lyrics

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<FONT size="1"><B>(feat. Melanie Rutherfold)</B></FONT><BR><BR>

<i>[Intro: Melanie Rutherford]</i><br>

I'm not afraid of the storm (noooo)<br>

It seems like you're slipping away (ohhhhh)<br>

I'm not afraid of the storm (noooo)<br>

I'm not afraid, of the storm<br>

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<i>[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" (Melanie Rutherford)]</i><br>

You fuckin with a killa (I love you baby)<br>

You fuckin with a killa (you're so sexy)<br>

You fuckin with a killa<br>

Lyrical, serial, either/or killa<br>

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<i>[Royce Da 5'9" (Melanie Rutherford)]</i><br>

Uhh, I'm in love with this pep<br>

Switch a nigga up, put a thug in a dress<br>

Chop a nigga head off, pick his head up<br>

Turn it upside-down, drink his blood from his NECK<br>

Uhh, I fly across you with the Coupe now<br>

I'm fire! The fire marshal shut the booth down<br>

Uh, you fuckin with a killa<br>

Take your body, rape your body, dump it in the river<br>

Turn myself in then, beat the case for it then<br>

Turn around and put "I really did it" on my Twitter<br>

Uhh, I'm a FUCKED UP nigga!<br>

Pill poppin, e'rybody FUCKED UP with us<br>

Me and Joey the cottonmouth kings<br>

(I love you baby) What the FUCK you talkin 'bout, sing<br>

(Uhh, uh, I'm fuckin with a killa)<br>

So crazy (I'm fuckin with a killa)<br>

(I'm fuckin with a killa)<br>

Lyrical, serial, either/or killa!<br>

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<i>[Joell Ortiz]</i><br>

First the clouds form, then they dark in the sky<br>

Then the heavens roar when a couple of them collide<br>

Then the most toxic rain landed on my<br>

caesar then Jesus Christ, the storm arrive<br>

6-foot-somethin made of Spanish descent<br>

What I write is fresh air like my hand's in a vent<br>

Y'all 'bout to be lost like you don't know where your manager went<br>

That's just a heads up, cause none of y'all was plannin a vic<br>

I'm from the projects, Grey Goose, a crate on the bench<br>

Mike's Hard Lemonade'll get you amateurs bent<br>

Where I'm from they don't hesitate the cannon that spits<br>

Stand by the wrong man and watch your thoughts land on a fence!<br>

I'm the voice of the gutter where your boys serve your mother<br>

And the noise from a clucker puts your boy on a cover<br>

We annoy undercovers cause they never put on<br>

We from the hood, we don't snitch boy we weather the storm<br>

We some killas!<br>

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<i>[Chorus]</i><br>

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<i>[Crooked I]</i><br>

I'm comin with flash just to blast your facemask<br>

Bullets flyin faster than the NASA spacecraft<br>

Get half your face smashed by the click-clack<br>

The impact's a passion of massive plane crash<br>

The mic minister write literature, rhyme sinister<br>

might injure, your nine endin your life when it's the<br>

prime miniature time witness the prime<br>

Innocent lives kissin goodbye, picture the I, givin a FUCK!<br>

The truth (walkin) just walked in the booth (talkin)<br>

Too (often) I put a hot beat in a new (coffin)<br>

For instrumentals I dig a grave<br>

Then drop so many bars around you when you listen feel like you in a cage<br>

Niggaz styles is sour, you makin lemonade<br>

Take a thousand hours to write, our rhymes (Minute Made)<br>

Me, Joey and Joell leave you crippled<br>

Mother-FUCK five cents, but we'll kill you over Nickel<br>

We some killas!<br>

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<i>[Chorus]</i><br>

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<i>[Joe Budden]</i><br>

I disagreed with my shadow when he got on Twitter (so I)<br>

Don't like bein followed so I shot that nigga<br>

A known loner; that's backwards<br>

I'm a loner that's known to attempt to put a comber in a coma<br>

You lookin at the prime suspect, with enough stress<br>

If you can give a FLUCK, then I can give FLUCK less<br>

Obsessed with who I struck next so I set it for<br>

success when I spit cause the vic is my next metaphor<br>

Self-destructive mixed with light lies<br>

If, you lookin for psychotic, I got it<br>

Or DON'T! Maybe y'all are retarded, absurd<br>

And I observe while the whole world tries to act reserved<br>

Need a Oscar, I'll put on an act that's superb<br>

E'rybody relax, it's words<br>

Maybe it's NOT! It's gotta be reasonable doubt (BUT)<br>

Reason don't come out my mouth, I let it come out of hers<br>

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<i>[Melanie Rutherford]</i><br>

I'm fuckin with a killa<br>

I'm fuckin with a killa<br>

I'm fuckin with a killa<br>

I'm fuckin with a killa<br>

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