paroles de chanson The Beat Goes on - D12 , Slaughterhouse

And the beat goes on, and the beat goes on
And the beat goes on, and the beat goes on
And the beat goes on (yeah)
Its ya boy D.K
W-we got- we got Slaughterhouse
D12
Keep- ready for- keep- keep it goin'

Aye yo, I don't wanna force nobody to listen
If you don't like it, then cut it fucking off and stop bitching
Oh, still there? I guess you like it now listen
I'm not beefin' with ya, how could I beef with a chicken?
Hey, you motherfuckers are guessin' if I'm high, ya, I was poppin' pills in the kitchen
Now you thinkin', what the fuck you think D.K's thinkin'?
Was he trippin' off the pocket pussy, that he was licking
Yo, I eat up pussy like its motherfuckin' noodle soup
Slip my dick through the tushy like a mistake in the loop
Its like a rewind, why the fuck am I explaining shit?
I'm a freak superhero with a cape on my dick
You motherfuckers thought it was a joke, but now you stickin' with me
I started with a local chick, but now I wanna go with Nicki
But Katy Perry is single, I wanna stick my dick in
And fuck the fireworks outta that pussy, well, only if she let me

And the beat goes on, and the beat goes on
And the beat goes on
And the beat goes on, and the beat goes on
And the beat goes on
Now Slaughterhouse

Check, around dudes that keep hollerin' for more smoke
Talk slicker, end up with your jaw broke
I always had to be different by law though
Niggas had guns, I was carrying a crossbow
Quick to put a couple arrows in your torso
Human Torch flow'll get rid of all of your false hopes
When you make a little money they begin to hate ya
So I keep animals with me—it's in my nature
Not to be an instigator, but I been a savior
Cause if you hear what they're doing on pen and paper
Horrible punch lines, bad flow delivery
And concept bars about concept cars
Niggas rap about lives they don't live
As for me, got a few fucks I don't give
Still, I help out if need be - Joe Beezy
A.K.A. I make it all look easy

And the beat goes on 'til the beat can't go no more
This old .44 got a little red nose
On it for you clowns, welcome to the Bozo Show
Hang you frauds by your balls, where the rose go bro?
I'm psychotic, I know you got an eye problem
Approaching me is like seeing Nicki Minaj and Amber Rose out
You a man, then why bother?
I'll have your black-ass body wrapped in the white waters
I couldn't edit the fact I'm like Farrakhan mad at Jesse Jackson
I coulda killed you, though I shouldn'ta said it
I push the pedal, so to the metal, my foot pathetic
My only question to you homie, is why would you sweat it?
I got the game in a Coogi sweater, middle of summer
I heard them niggas with booty feather-ticklers is on ya
Sneak up on ya, put the pistol on ya
Twist ya like a chicken, put the rotisserie on ya

Uh-oh I'm fuckin' up the whole segment
Take ya bitch I'm tryna get her throat pregnant
You gettin' this? That means I'm driving in her coochie aimless
That mean I'm digging both exists
Have her walking off on some broke legs shit
Make her your ex, and I'm fuckin ya next bitch
Question form up, fill up I'm payable
When a nigga hold neck glitch, watching go neck lose
Wanna be like cookie but you're not form enough
I'm warmin' up, put the doors forming up
This is a warning but hold down to stretch this
West coast map, that's how the whole California
Oh my hard desk, hollor the tiny card tricks
Flying, disappearing in the darkness
Take, go for, like, the apartment stores
'Cause once we need a market and I'm making y'all a target
See to it (yeah)

It goes like this when I'm swervin' on the freeway
Speedin' trough traffic, drag racin' with D.K
It don't stop, see I boarded me a flight
Touch down in Dubai, and I'm wallow for the night
Spittin' to the Ladies, your boy is going crazy
I smell weed flavors like nothing can save me
Detroit do it big, out here it's much iller
It's hotter than a bitch, but my heat is more killer
Toast to my goons, we surround the room
Post up with the guns down in our shoes
We ain't being violent, we just wanna drink up
Grab a young lady and do whatever we think of
Shut up or get shot, your boy is getting lose
Stumbled out with 2 bitches, chuckin' up the deuce
That's one night down, I ain't getting any sleep
Fuck it I'ma stay up the week and the beat

And the beat goes on, and the beat goes on
And the beat goes on
And the beat goes on, and the beat goes on
And the beat goes on

Parking lot pimpin', sippin' on Vodka mixed with Hennessy
And hittin' on my bong, as I'm sitting in a car
Ready to pull up girls' thongs, and haul ass
To around my wrap, whore, you talk less
We got smashed, I couldn't even make it to the telly
So I'm outside fuckin' on the dash
Then we woke up, early in the morning
And I'm doing doughnuts, still though, so what?
Now I'm back in the liquor store, drinking the same cut
9:30 in the morning my breakfast is blunts
And when it comes to lunch, I'm at the strip bar
Eatin' weed brownies with a bunch of bitches and I'm far
Away from this planet, I'm on Cloud 9
199 thousand times 9
And I don't find trouble, trouble finds me
But it's fine, I got a tech nine with me

I'm so high! I'm higher than the ceilin'
4 in the mornin' watching "All My Children"
Bizarre party, party real hard
Coke and Hennessy, life of a rock star
16 Vicodin, 14 mescaline
(Old school Cadillacs, we don't drive limousines)
So fresh and so clean, like an OutKast member
I can make it snow in mid-December
Kush, blunts, bottles of Moscato
From Detroit to Aspen, Colorado
(Sniff these pines, don't be nervous)
16 whores from the escort service
I'ma fuck all 10 with no rubber
Probably die of AIDS in the middle of next summer
Bizzare too high, in the middle of Dubai
Smokin' Chocolate Thai