Текст песни Loud Noises - Bad Meets Evil , Slaughterhouse

Loud noises

Life handed me lemons
I jump back into public eye
And squirted lemon juice in it
By now you just wish I'd fucking die
But I electrify, get electrocuted
Executed by the execution
Of my flow too quick for the human eye
To detect zooming by
Guess who, what's happening guys?
They told me to shit, I fell off that pot
Hoped right back up on that crapper and I
Said 'Fuck It' with a capital I
Look who's back to antagonize
You don't like it? You can eat shit
Fuck off, little faggot and die

You right back like a magnet on my dick

Grabbing at my shit, better get to the back of the line

If you wanna get your shot at me
What kinda crap is that battle
What kind of rapper would I be
'Fore I let another rapper think he's hot
I'll bury my face in a stinky twat and go
Girl, my headspace is limited
Ain't even room in the back of my mind
That's why I ain't thinking about you
I don't got time and I told you a thousand times
So how can I find the time
To put an alkaline battery in Royce's back
And at the same time put juice in mine?
Goddamnit, Slaughterhouse is signed

Slaughterhouse
I'm a menace villain, my pen is sitting spilling
My lyrics killing

Then I let you witness shit when it hit the ceiling
A nigga's willing to give the listeners the sickest feeling
Like mixing some Benadryl and penicillin
Then I'm filling the clip
With a written
Can you picture my pistol drilling?
A million women and children
When I'm illing but it isn't real, it's a rap
On the real, it's a wrap
How could you possibly stop the Apocalypse
When I'm atomic bombing the populous?
Shock the metropolis

Hostile as a kid popping the Glock at his moms
And his pops then he hops in his drop
With his iPod rocking his slaughterish

I write with confidence
Write like a columnist slash novelist
I'm in this game to demolish
Establish my dominance over prominent rappers
You popping shit to ya opposite
I can spit ominous, so spit politics
Now I'm Haile Selassie, Gandhi and 'Pac
Of this hip hop genre, bitch
Slaughterhouse
Lyrically I'm a cocaine Altoid ability
So brain it's a no brain 'bout boy
Physically I'm literally a cocaine cowboy
Wait, wait, did I just go almost four bars
Without talking about my big dick?

The other day me and your thick bitch
Had a great date and we ate cake
And then we walked
And then she tried to jack me off but she lost

'Cause she couldn't handle my Shake Weight
I swear to irony of Ryan
Is I am bipolar while I'm rhyming
Standing beside a big old, big old white bear
Neither one of us fight fair
You are literally looking at Woody and Wesley
In a movie with a white boy
Ain't got to jump nowhere 'cause I'm here
Nigga, I'm on fire
Yeah and I'm every bitch's dream
One, two, I'm coming for you
I'm a big old, big old nightmare
Nigga, this the slaughter stepping up
I'll pretty much slap your ass
And tell you to shut the fuck up
After that I'll slap your ass again
And tell you to shut the fuck up
Shutting up
And that's how you body a fucking beat, goodbye
Slaughterhouse
Uh, I should be the one that goes slow
Nah, get a stopwatch, clock my flow
Hit the button on top, watch the jaw drop
Oh, oh, da, da, oh, oh, yao wah
When I drop I go outer space
Blackout like Darth Vader's face
Placed in a molten shower
Say something and get them proper
Mama, poppa pouring out vodka
Mama mia 'em pass me the scissors
There's visitors in the Slaughterhouse casa
Better get boy go home
Better jet boy G4 chrome
Better jet boy, Mark Sanchez, Santonio Holmes
I'm not your any old homeboy
Sitting in the lab, picking up a pad
I be spitting bad, I'ma get you mad with this gift I have
Little ducks suffering succotash when the trigger blast
I'ma put your beak on your fitted hat
Where the liquor at?
Sip a yac bad bitch and a vicious track
I relididax
Slide pro-tools to both so smooth I coast
To the West like where Crooked living at?
New York, here's a piggy back ride to the motherland
Hold on, brother man
On the other hand, get down, I'm gutter fam
Gun butt you with the Eagle handle, Cunningham
I don't wanna talk, I just wanna beef, I don't want a piece
I want it all, baby boy, I don't wanna eat, I wanna feast
Stuff my cheeks with rough beats and shit
You done, weak, I'm the one, kapeesh, yeah
Slaughterhouse
Uh, insane what they call us, I ain't married to the game
But you probably shouldn't have came to the altar
Every bar like propane for the sawed-off
You should've hang and they'll fault ya
Eminem, Mr. Porter, slaughter my sentiments
Eminent torture all of you feminine marauders
They're swimming that water, men will assault ya
Tommy's and bats that resemble Lasorda
Kidnap your trembling daughter
At least a quarter
Of my I'ma menacing supporters
It's got an aura more like Sodom and Gomorrah
Normally something's wrong with me
Blame it on quantity of the porn I see on the pawns to me
When I fix the game y'all think shit came with a warranty
How the fuck are they gonna stop what I was born to be?
Corner me, shit belong to me
Two choices, you can get along with me
Or sit your faggot ass right there in dormancy
Wait, all he missing is heels to be RuPaul
Ain't nobody that's real ever knew y'all
And I'm second to none and I'm dealing with marshall
Your time never comes, now deal with the blue balls
You ain't gotta fear me but you'll respect me
Niggas who never met me
Threaten me want to Gillette me
Coming to sword fight against a machete
Swinging spaghetti like it's heavy
Some said he deserve an ESPY
In a Chevy like Andretti
Put the dezzy where his chest be
Slaughterhouse