SLAUGHTERHOUSE - Lyrical Murderers lyrics
rate me<FONT size="1"><B>(feat. K-Young)</B></FONT><BR><BR>
"This is the life, we gone!" - <i>[Royce Da 5'9"]</i><br>
"I ain't with the leanin and rockin<br>
That ain't even seen as a option..." - <i>[Joe Budden]</i><br>
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<i>[Intro: Crooked I (Kay Young)]</i><br>
You're nothin without (Focus)<br>
Woo.. Long Beach (lay your seats back)<br>
New Jersey (turn your speakers up)<br>
Brook-lyn! Detroit!<br>
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<i>[Chorus: Kay Young]</i><br>
We-we, we lyrical murrrrrrrrrrrderers<br>
Welcome to the Slaughterhouse<br>
(What you talkin 'bout?)<br>
Where we bring them verbal llamas out, bloaw<br>
We-we, we lyrical murrrrrrrrrrrderers<br>
Man, we own these streets<br>
And the freaks they love us<br>
We ain't worried 'bout you fuckers (Slaughterhouse)<br>
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<i>[Crooked I]</i><br>
Lyrical murderer, blame Rakim<br>
I'm a sniper shootin my way into your lame top 10<br>
Pistol at your head if I ain't next to Eminem<br>
Then I bust in your face like I'm fuckin Lil' Kim<br>
Niggaz better pray to the lyrical lord<br>
that I fall off like the umbilical cord before I fill up the morgue<br>
This is how a killer record<br>
with the double-edged triple syllable sword, I'm iller than all<br>
Dineri, see I'm a literary genius<br>
Bury niggaz with words, a cemetery linguist<br>
Most rappers are comedy gold<br>
They like they boyfriend's sodomy hole - they full of SHIT!<br>
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<i>[Royce Da 5'9"]</i><br>
Now you could walk through the shadow of death next to that shady street<br>
Where the verbal cocaine business and 80's meet<br>
Where them niggaz is backwards<br>
I'm ridin with my daughter in the front with the A.K. in the baby seat<br>
We them copycat killers, unleashin venom<br>
Commit them lyrical murders and then we re-commit 'em<br>
Lyrics be high quality<br>
Bitches be givin me brain, my dick be deep in they heads like psychology<br>
Independently pennin the best words that were ever said<br>
The mixture of Leatherhead and Everclear<br>
You can't hide, we everywhere<br>
Now, picture a grizzly standin next to a teddy bear<br>
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<i>[Chorus]</i><br>
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<i>[Joe Budden]</i><br>
Yeah<br>
Hello hip-hop, I am here, you dyin yeah and I'm aware<br>
A beast so at your wake I'll cry lion's tears<br>
And that's no disrespect to the pioneers<br>
If we ain't who you tryin to hear<br>
Somethin either wrong with your eyes and ears<br>
I came in this game screamin Jers'<br>
Ain't an MC in our lane to try and merge<br>
Try and run with our wave<br>
But I'm cool with bein Eddie Levert seein my son on stage<br>
Gun gon' blaze, act up in this joint<br>
And I'ma be Nate Robinson and back up the point<br>
Your run's over, run with us or get run over<br>
I'm here to save this shit, and I brung soldiers<br>
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<i>[Joell Ortiz]</i><br>
This is lyrical murder<br>
Me and every track have a physical merger<br>
When I stab it in the chest I'ma bit of a curver<br>
So it bleeds to death, like the middle of a unfinished burger<br>
Or sometimes I wrap my hand around his throat<br>
Cause he think his kick is slick or his little snare is dope<br>
Shoot the bass in the face but sometimes I carry a rope<br>
to hang the piano keys when they hittin every note<br>
I'm what no beat's able to withstand<br>
If you suffer from writer's block and your label got big plans<br>
Listen to this fam<br>
Slide a little dough out that budget, and hire the instrumental hitman<br>
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<i>[Chorus]</i><br>
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