Lyrics Snakehouse - Kill Bill: The Rapper

Slippery Stair: "I'll take you down there for 25 schmeckles"

I had a dream there were snakes flying out of your mouth
Living under my porch
Living under my house
And it's some things in your veins that you can't seem to get out
Made my arteries touch
Tear my cartilage up

Cause when it's five in the morning
And you're scared you're not you
You gotta reevaluate some things

That's not a bar
Trabajar, let's get it brackin through the brackish pits
Stacking chips
Pull up to the spot, bitch I'm acting sick

Fuck it man, I'm on one
A human with an asterisk
Another kind of hidden sleight of hand attempt
To overwhelm and undermine

Your style is under mine

Fuck 'em