SLAUGHTERHOUSE - Our House Extended Version lyrics

rate me

I never wanted a chain that was encrusted

I wanted to be respected amongst my peers and to be trust

Wanted not to be complacent though okay with my regression

I was banking hip hop would do away with my depression

I wanted to be understood but they never got my deposition

I never wanted attention, but I lusted recognition

Wanted peace with my child's mom wanted to be a better dad

Not as a person wanted to give that nigga choices I never had

Which honestly kept me alive cause in order for me to give

I needed not to be suicidal though it was killing me just to live

Wanted to make mother cry and choke her up cause she proud

Wanted to marry my dreams so I cheated on fear broke up with my doubts

So I got no choice but to succeed and show music that I'm capable

She the one I'm grateful to and Id hate for her to think that I'm unfaithful too

If she did her soul would bleed, but they raised another breed in (Our House)

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[Verse 4: Crooked I]

Yo, in my house, the lights out

No utilities in the facilities

Feeling my life's 'bout, to wipe out

These feelings I'm feeling be killing me

I pull the mic out, can't strike out

Cause if winning is really my enemy

I pull a nine out, blow my mind out

Is the end of me really serenity?

Man in my house, it's rap or die

Get a piece of that apple pie

Life is a Pharcyde song, and that bitch just passes by

So I, got lyrically complex, that way I could clock checks

Get my moms out the projects, with these concepts, competition can't digest

And then I stress cause the road is rough

I start feeling like shit's sour

The electricity in my will power could still power the twin towers

For ten hours, so send cowards

The message from Crooked I

Royce Da 5, Joe Budden, Em, Yaowa

[Verse 5: Eminem]

In our, house we spit like Sig Sauers

The way I feel now I could spit for six hours

Straight, only way to be great, is to dig down, if you can hear this sound in-

-side my head sounds like a fucking drive-by

That's what the inside of my mind's like

Looking back on my career, even hindsights, tunnel vision, 5 mics

Never wanted that so bad, felt like-I-could-go-mad

Nomad with a notepad

Go Taz, spaz on these ho bags

That bother me, but I never wanna show that

Just don't act like it ever does

Even though you know that there will never come

A day someone blows past you, never was

Someone who's as dope as you ever was

And you hope that's, true cause the competitor in you

Couldn't let somebody be better than you

And you know that, so you don't ever hold back

What you gonna go back into working a regular job?

Fuck that, I'mma go hard, grab on my, gonads

Tell them fuck theyselves

They call me a wigger like Renee Zell

But I raised hell like a stay-at-home dad

Rap is the only thing that I was ever really, bad to the bone at

Guess I'm similar to, gangrene when I'm, angry then I'm

Hulk Smash, so much passion but no compassion

If eyes are the windows to the soul

Then it's, broken glass and there's no trespassing

Alright now here we go

Dre stamped me now I'm stamping Yelawolf

Get ready for the most competitive

Clique in the world it's like Clash Of The Titans

I released the cracker it's time to set it again

And when it's said and it's all done

None shall ever fuck with this squadron

So come on in, at your own risk

This is (Our House) Bitch!

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