Slaughterhouse Lyrics - Crooked I

Joey what you said, 24 right 

Aight cool, I got you 

I define gutter - every time I rhyme 

I climb up another notch, hip-hop got my spine smothered 

But I'll be fine brother - my mind hovers 

Above all you jive suckers wishing, that's word to my mother 

You throw a shot at me, I'm throwing a shot back 

Yours is on a joint, mine's whistling by your top hat 

Yeah, I'm cool but you violate and I'll cock back 

Open the mac's mouth and black out like I do not rap 

I'm sick and tired of niggas lying 

They fifth is lying in the second drawer next door to some bullshit they iron 

Y'all be making up stories the little kids is buyin' 

I do everything my Penn State like a Nittany Lion 

I ain't gotta mention the streets on a song 

To get in a nigga ass on these beats like a thong - pause 

Veterans co-sign me, the up-and-comers scared 

The pretty girls go, "papi, here's my underwear" 

Never in a hundred years I thought I'd be a rapper 

But in less than a hundred bars I knew I'd be a factor 

I'm PS4 in HD and the screen is plasma 

You're Atari 2600 with a weak adapter 

Between us the gap's so crazy 

I'm Gucci, Louis V; you're Gap, Old Navy 

I get coochie in the V, you attract no ladies 

You're suburb, I'm gutter where the gats go crazy 

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Fuck a lecture, ain't tryna be Pun's successor 

That term's done fucker, what up whatever 

You birds is food, I'm about to pluck some feathers 

I'm young and clever, plus clutch under pressure, yup 

Who does this better 

Walk around with metal all on me like the front of Shredder 

I lust for cheddar you owe me 

Leave holes in your vest that'll open your chest like a sunken treasure 

I'm somethin' like a phenomenon 

Dropping bombs for fun then dine in Hell during Ramadan 

Whatever I'm rhyming on or whoever 

I tear 'em apart; swear on my pops 

No, fear in my heart, shit been through it all 

Done swam with the sharks, snapped fins with my jaws 

I'm all that and a bag of the baddest piff 

Off of a brick of hash mixed with acid hits like sick cracker shit 

Get back, dumb birds I ignore the hype 

Click-clack, Yung Berged if you flossing ice 

Dawg, cross me twice, can't afford the price 

It'll cost you, I'll off your life 

You soft, I told you I'm raw white when I'm on this mic 

Still mourn at night, don't wanna see mornin' light 

And I feel like I'm forced to fight 

When the +Chips+ are down like Ponch fallin' off his bike 

Of course my metaphors are type awesome, right 

I got 'em in awe, my aura's Jordan like 

What's really poppin', who diddy-boppin 

You wasn't really, now you all Common and really conscious 

I ain't with that silly nonsense, I really pop shit 

My gun stay cocked like Biggie's optics 

I stay evolving but grown bitter 

On your grave they're carvin', "fucked with the wrong nigga" 

Photos 

I don't write I kill a pen, leak its blood on the page 

I breathe bars like oxygen locked my lungs in a cage 

Instrumentals get fucked on the stage 

A pedophile unless I dig in the crates and fuck with somethin' my age 

Forever vow, to never smile when I'm at peace 

Only when I'm eating the deceased like quiche 

Only when my enemy's internal organs are a smorgasbord in a feast 

The Dahmer with melanin led 'em in the belly of the beast 

You'll be missin' until fishermen see your corpse 

I'll be in Michigan sticking a chicken in my Michelin 

Ready to pigeon pitch again from Switzerland to New York 

I was whipping Bentleys before them pictures up in The Source 

I'm a gorillas behind these bars, on some zoo shit 

Shoot you while you're talking on some news camera crew's shit 

Sicker than flyin' in past tense on some flu shit 

Day-old asshole flow, I drop new shit 

Exclusive, you don't want it in fact 

I'll have the doctors operating on the front of your back 

Tryna keep your stomach intact 

The spiritual you, leavin your body, he don't wanna go back 

That's when the tunnel go black 

I send your soul to the atmosphere 

Fuck outta here and your ringtone rap career 

It's Crooked I, the face of Eastside Long Beach 

Put your ear to the street so you can hear my heartbeat 

Nickel, yeah 

I hope niggas know I'll show up to your show 

I'll show up where you go, show up to your do', fo's will explode 

Shells 'fore they hit the floor, I know niggas know 

I got a open window flow, I air shit out 

In the D they used to call me Mayor Royce 

Now they call me Clay Davis 

Guess why, "sheeeeeeeeeeee-it" 

Cause when it come to them words you know I wear shit out 

I write rhymes like, white lines on a nose tray 

Ice cold Ice Cube flow like O'Shea 

Ridin' shotgun with Chris Martin my DJ 

Not the White boy, but I'm down for the +Coldplay+ 

Forever stay violent, better stay silent 

Hammers stay humming like strumming the mandolin violin 

Speaking of, I done played a tune of violence 

More than my nigga Charles Hamilton played Sonic 

I wrap niggas up, clap niggas up, scrap niggas up 

Either that or we gon' slap niggas up 

Dump dirt on you right before I go 

Into my Maino mode if I smell the scent of Yung Berg on ya 

Til it ain't no mo', ain't no dough 

Get into his ass cause I ain't opposed, I'm a livin' anal probe 

I'm a lame-ophobe, matter fact my nigga JumpOff 

Can I keep goin' (why the fuck not) 

When I was a teen, I used to pack a three-eighty 

Now I'm spittin sittin' between Shady and Jay 

I pull the jeans down on my bitch and then wave 

Cause the pussy Max B wavy when she ain't shave 

I leave the booth smellin' like somebody ain't sprayed 

I would talk about Kimbo but I ain't crazy 

I'm like Marty McFly goin' back in time 

And dissin' his momma nigga you can't fade me 

They say he a bastard for real, then they see the ass on his girl 

So they wonderin', why's he so mad at the world 

I take it out on tracks, I R.I.P. it 

So even to the producer it's hard to I.D. it 

Bars tremendous, it's in your best interest 

I insist your men just, do your best Bush rendish 

Endless, move more than two inches 

My blood'll boil like I got a big skin cyst 

So end this or see me mañana 

Or see the speed of a llama, underground prima donna 

That ain't hard to find, pop a E in a Honda 

With hands like E. Honda, he a monster 

I love war, it's like my pet peeve kinda 

But for us to even beef you should be honored 

My dick gettin' hard, I see vagina - pause 

Nah, rewind each line each time 

Speak mine and meet nine, mano-a-mano 

When it rains it pours, grab a teflon poncho 

You now fuckin' with Mouse, the head honcho 

Nigga I could fit your house in my condo 

I walk around like ratchets been legalized 

Just me and the Desert Eagle, and an eagle eye 

Closed casket, now you having a boxed wake 

Zipper over your head, dudes callin' you Crotchface 

So y'all could bump "Swag Like Us" 

But the next time rap's discussed, add this as a plus 

Don't nobody hit the pad like us 

And would get up in that ass but the fag's might bust 

And since poppin' tags is a must 

I hit the bank all I do is withdraw 

Chicks removin' their drawers now, your crew is in awe 

How you ball, your jewels from a cubicle in the mall 

You gon' need another processor, to process it 

I'll set it, I said it 

So keep running around hot-headed, 'til you get hot leaded 

Til everything but your torso on you is prosthetic 

Digest it, niggas is pie-thetic 

Rap what you can't afford, y'all must got credit 

All you gotta know is Crooked I, Royce, Bless and Joell 

With Joe spell, NO L