Loud Noises Lyrics - Hell: The Sequel - Bad Meets Evil

Life handed me lemons 

I jump back in the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it 

By now you just wish I'd fucking die but I electrify 

Get electrocuted, executed by an executioner 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 

Hopped 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 fagot and die 

You right back like a maggot on my dick grabbing at my shit, 

Better get to the back of the line 

You wanna get your shot at me what kinda crap is that 

Battle, what kind of rapper 

Would I be before I let another rapper think he's hot 

I'll bury my face in his stinky twat and go ala la la la 

Girl my head space 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 

The niggas 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 the Slaughterish 

Documentation and lyrics 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 till you 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 told 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 day 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 shit, wait I sweared 

Irony of Ryan is I am bipolar 

While I'm rhyming standing beside a 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 no where '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 

Slaughterhouse! 

I should be the one that goes slow 

Get a stopwatch, clock my flow 

Hit the button on top watch the drug drop 

O O dot dot O, Yaowa 

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 seeds 

It's a disease that's in the Slaughterhouse casa 

Better jet boy go home, better yet boy G four chrome, 

Better jet boy, Mark Sanchez, Santanio Holmes 

I'm not just any old homeboy 

Sitting in a lab picking up a pad 

I be spitting bad, I'ma get you mad with this gift I have 

Lord duck suffering succotash when the trigger blast 

I'ma put your beak on your fitted hat 

Where the liquor at? Sip of yak 

That bitch and a vicious track I'ma get into that 

Sly Pro tools to boast Joe smooth I coast to the West 

Like we're tired of living at 

New York here's a piggyback 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 up you rough piece of shit 

You done weak, I'm the one, capiche? 

Slaughterhouse! 

Insane what they call us 

How you married to the game 

But you probably shouldn't have came to the altar 

Every bar like propane for the sawed-off, used ya hand to forge you 

Eminem, Mr. Porter, slaughter my cinnamon's imminent torture 

All of you feminine marauders, that's women at war 

Men will assault you, time is a bastard symbol of sorter? 

Kidnap your trembling daughter, at least a quarter 

I'm administering supporters, got an aura more like Sodom and Gomorrah 

Normally something's wrong with me 

Claiming a quantity of the porn I see on the pause to me 

When I fix the game they'll think shit came with a warranty 

How the fuck are they gonna stop when I was born to be 

Corner me, shit belong to me, two choices, you can get along with me 

Or sit your fagot ass right there in dormancy 

Wait, all you missing is heels to be Ru Paul 

Ain't nobody that's real ever knew y'all 

Second to none and I'm dealing with Marshall 

This time I never come down, 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 Gillete me 

Coming off soft, I got some machetes 

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!