SLAUGHTERHOUSE - Sound Off lyrics

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<i>[Royce Da 5'9":]</i><br>

You herbs we merged, we're an alliance<br>

We fight fire with flamethrowers, why would you try us?<br>

We an outfit, equivalent to Voltron's<br>

That boy Crooked I is equivalent to four arms<br>

Joell Ortiz is the body<br>

The cannibal slash killer, kill you then eat your body<br>

Joe Budden is the pair of legs<br>

He runs shit alongside I, the apparent head<br>

I am the general, bow now<br>

Fuck saluting!<br>

I don't really think y'all niggas get it<br>

Run up on your with a army it is<br>

On until it's done, finished<br>

You got a problem with any one of my slaughters<br>

Then y'all niggas can come with it<br>

Me and Joey, we a perfect fit<br>

He like starting shit, I like ending shit<br>

I don't squash the beef, I don't bend a bit<br>

It ain't intricate<br>

I'm gon' shoot your stupid ass<br>

You too could laugh, you gon' die smiling<br>

Try wilding, I get hostile then I'm violent<br>

I don't make threats nigga I promise<br>

My style is Stalin mixed with sick lyrics<br>

If you hear it, it'll lift your spirit<br>

Turn your appearance into a disappearance<br>

Di, Di, Di, Di, Di, Di, Di, Di, Di, Ding<br>

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<i>[Hook: Royce Da 5'9"]</i><br>

I fuck with nothing but gangstas<br>

Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off... HUT!<br>

I fuck with nothing but my clique<br>

Nothing but hot shit, follow me, sound off, sound off... HUT!<br>

I fuck with nothing but gangstas<br>

Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off... HUT!<br>

I put my money on my clique, hot shit<br>

Coming out the barrel of my fifth<br>

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

I got a raw flow, and I stay hungry more so<br>

Guess that's why I'm the torso<br>

I pour sweat when I perform shows<br>

What I record goes down as the best, but the vets won't let that torch go<br>

Y'all could keep it, they got flashlights now<br>

And flamethrowers, and I got one on my back right now<br>

Remain focused, that's what I tell myself now and then<br>

Don't want to go back to that block like when Varejao defends<br>

Uh-oh, my stomach growls again, I ain't none of you cowards friends<br>

Every human out of my sight before I count to ten<br>

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight<br>

I'm hungry like I never ate<br>

Set a table up with knives, forks and spoons, I'm 'bout to get a plate<br>

All these sweet dummies looking me like a pepper steak<br>

Means we never seperate, we ain't married<br>

Jab it everytime I touch a pen, I sort of set a date<br>

I'll devestate your career, look I'm a demonstrate<br>

Let me get a good breath take before I regulate<br>

(Takes Breath) Okay, bye bye you guys, don't try to rhyme<br>

Cause line for line<br>

What I design is mine and mine<br>

My joint's divine, meaning right behind<br>

And thank God it shines all the light in mine<br>

So my eyes can find a nice dime to grind<br>

Come here girl, toma, toma, take that, take that<br>

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<i>[Hook]</i><br>

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

You rappers chasing popularity by any means, doing silly things<br>

Buying too many size 20 skinny jeans<br>

The west treat me like I'm really king<br>

I'm Pacquiao in the Phillipines, illest thing niggas seen<br>

You rappers dressing like you fittin to sing Billie Jean<br>

I got to intervene, fuck you I'm a intervene<br>

You loud talking, wouldn't kill a thing<br>

Matter of fact, where's your head nigga? I got the guillotine<br>

Fuck your Hollywood limousine and rented bling<br>

I give you three red dots and I call it a triple beam<br>

I'll put your pad on your property, fag<br>

Properly rob you and hop in the Jag<br>

If you stopping the profit, the glock will be popping your body<br>

You'll rock a colostomy bag<br>

Shot in the abs, moms will be sad<br>

Pops will be mad, doctor be glad<br>

Possibly be stopping the plasma dropping<br>

Clock running out and the outcome bad<br>

Any one of you niggas fuck with my team<br>

Pretty ass thing with the infrared beam<br>

Sleep on that and get killed while you dream<br>

Fuck a rap group Slaughterhouse a machine<br>

Slaughterhouse, a regime<br>

I'm gooned up if you know what I mean<br>

Everybody want to be down with the king<br>

No, no, no, no, no fly zone.<br>

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<i>[Hook]</i><br>

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

My one goal's to astonish<br>

Tell the President, VP, (you could) notify the Congress<br>

They say I'm arrogant, pompous, but I'm honest<br>

I tell them keep an accomplice away from the accomplished<br>

They still making threats on your highness<br>

But I tell them where I be, they just ignore the compass<br>

I think all your mans' play dough, I don't buy that movie, Fandango<br>

Fans they know that what? You a soldier to a general<br>

Baby steel, got it in a bag, airtight Navy SEAL<br>

Tell them little dudes I ain't mad at y'all<br>

College kids like Asher Roth<br>

Y'all just trying to put food on the table<br>

While I'm a just come and try to snatch it off<br>

If it ain't for me<br>

Most young dudes would be angrily<br>

But anxiously awaiting bankruptcy<br>

Wonder what makes little motherfuckers think they the same as me<br>

I'm synchronised you and your men should die<br>

Learn certain shit you ain't meant to try<br>

Got the ground covered with some niggas in disguise<br>

Best bet is to attempt to fly<br>

Shit's a game, you down, you in for life<br>

Fuck y'all, I ain't got to generalize<br>

Y'all enabled to write what the pen describes<br>

So when he asked what I meant and why, I tell him<br>

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<i>[Hook]</i><br>

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