Slaughtahouse * Lyrics - Slaughtahouse - Masta Ace Incorporated

* This song has two parts: 

A. "The cutting edge of hardcore rap; the most innovative stuff 

for 1993" -- gangsta parody following the "Classroom" skit 

B. Paula Perry introduces the _real_ Slaughtahouse 

Part A: 

(Yeah... yeah... yeah...) 

This is MC Negro 

And this is this Ign-ant MC 

And this is our new motherfucking single 

OUR NEW SHIT 

Slaughtahouse 

This shit is called Slaughtahouse 

Negro! Coming off our last platinum LP 

Platinum LP 

_Shit's Real Killin' Motherfuckers Dead_ 

Killin em dead 

And this is how we gonna rock shit for the nine-tray 

Verse One: MC Negro 

Here come the craziest niggaz on earth 

Cutthroats, ever since birth 

Blood and guts are gonna spill 

'cause it's murder murder murder, and kill kill kill 

Chainsaw in my holster 

Barb-wire rope, and I'll hang ya like a poster 

So when I grab my axe you better drop 

Cause I'm "swing swing swing, and chop chop chop" in the Slaughtahouse 

Yeah, yo Ign-ant MC 

Whassup? 

Show these niggaz what the dress code is 

Aight 

Verse Two: Ign-ant MC 

Strictly Raiders and Kings gear 

Only wear black and I don't know how to act 

no more... so come and take a chance and 

Mess around with the black Charles Manson 

Body parts in the freezer 

I'm not Jeffrey Dahmer but I'll slaughta ya momma 

So open up the do' 

To the Slaughtahouse, so I can kill a little mo' 

Outro: 

Yeahhh, motherfucker 

Yeah! 

This is MC Negro 

And this the Ign-ant MC 

And this shit is real over here, motherfucker, real real 

This is the brand new LP, it's called _Brains on the Sidewalk_ 

Brains on the sidewalk! 

And all we wanna do now 

Is murder murder murder, kill kill kill 

Part B: Paula Perry, Masta Ase 

One two, one two 

This is Paula Perry and it's a brand new year 

Time for the weak-ass, wack-ass 

No-skills, negative, anti-everything 

MC's to get shut down 

They're gettin Slaughta'd! 

[Lord Digga] Death to the wack MC's --> repeat 4X 

(Welcome to the Slaughtahouse!) 

Too many suckas, too many wack records gettin played 

Too much money bein made, it's time for the wack to get slayed 

Take these suckas to war Ase, take em to war! 

It's the jeep (ass niguh), it's the jeep (ass niguh) 

Whatcha know about the jeep (ass niguh) 

It's the jeep (ass niguh), it's the jeep (ass niguh) 

Here we go, with the jeep (ass niguh) (Welcome to the Slaughtahouse!) 

Never hear me talking "I could kill a man!!" 

Started making records but I'm still a fan 

I'll take you down, I break your crown 

I make you frown, I wake the town 

Tick, check it out tock I rock your whole block 

Got the funk dialect in stock 

With the boom, bashin, bass drum is smashin 

and crashin your bedroom walls, and monster mashin 

Dashin, man with the kick, that be flying 

Kids don't be trying, this trick cause I'm scien- 

-tifical, ninety-nine rappers wanna kill 

to sound ill, you couldn't find their brains with a drill 

Check it... 

*sound of a drill* 

[What a funny little house!] 

(Welcome to the Slaughtahouse!) 

Welcome to my Slaughtahouse, it's like a playpen 

Welcome to my Slaughtahouse, there's no escapin 

This is the place where freestyling skills 

are sharp like axes, and suckas get the chills 

Drum is the cash, like the rash you'll be itchin 

for the green and, everybody's talking like they're mean and 

crazy, oh baby, you're ready, for this yo 

Make me, a poster, holdin, a pistol 

Then I can be the (man) 

I can be the (man) 

Cause they see me with the gun in my hand 

I, am not, down with the standard 

The man did, not do, what every other man did 

Candid, just like the man Allen Funts 

And there's nothing worse than, a rapper when he fronts 

So throw your hands up in the air 

If you really don't care 

about the next man's life, you get the chair 

In the Slaughtahouse 

[The price a rapper must pay] 

Outro: 

Whassup kid you hear that new album _Brains on the Sidewalk_? 

Yeah it's FAT right? 

Yeah I like that part 

MURDER MURDER MURDER, and KILL KILL KILL 

Yaknow that's what it's all about 

Yeah I'm gonna be just like that when I grow up 

You think I ain't? 

[Lord Digga] 

This is a brand new year for motherfucker's heads to start burstin 

Masta Ase, Incorporated 

Ase, Lord Digga, Shiloh, Eyceurok, the Brooklynites 

And the Floor Builder 

Watch your back black man 

Your biggest enemy's in the mirror 

Long is the road to freedom from self-destruction 

The Slaughtahouse, breeds death 

Death to the *faggot-ass* average wack MC's 

And death of the original man, turned killer man