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Frat House Lyrics - Welcome To: Our House - Slaughterhouse

All the ugly people be quiet 

 

I got a house full of bitches, niggas, it is going down 

I'ma hold my own, yeah 

Bitches laying on the floor like it's a crack house 

Welcome to the frat house 

Condoms, kegs, liquor, weed, pills 

I'ma hold my own, yeah 

Bitches laying on the floor like it's a crack house 

Welcome to the frat house 

 

Your lady's on my dick, you'll probably be mad 

If you find out I had her skipping biology class 

You got comedy cash 

I'm a quarter of the Slaughter, half of the dream team, the anomaly Bad 

We here to riot the scene 

Quiet your entire college up, tie up your dean 

My Q-Dog's on that step shit 

I'm 'bout to send a text to my next ex-bitch 

Have you on pills, on 'shrooms 

Have you feeling like oh-la-la-laa 

Now it's sounding like Lauryn Hill's in your dorm room 

Spit at me wrong, get hit with my new llama 

It'll knock him out his shoes 

Dropping more niggas then who dropping out of school 

Slaughterhouse gang, streamers, confetti 

The squeamish had better get ready, because 

 

I got a house full of bitches, niggas, it is going down 

I'ma hold my own, yeah 

Bitches laying on the floor like it's a crack house 

Welcome to the frat house 

Condoms, kegs, liquor, weed, pills 

I'ma hold my own, yeah 

Bitches laying on the floor like it's a crack house 

Welcome to the frat house 

 

LBC, we them beach boys 

We don't need your education, we Pink Floyd 

I'm getting destroyed 

I'm getting oral from a Maury sexy decoy; she on that E boy 

She paying tuition with webcam's and PayPal 

School in L.A. but she say she from 8 Mile 

Her pussy hotter than a chili pepper 

I tell her lay down and give it away give it away now 

Later on, she'll be wearing my Letterman jacket 

Reach in your pocket (Mollies) medicine packet 

Let 'em attack it cause that's my regular tactic 

'Cuz that's what let'em get active, whoever said I'm romantic 

Is wrong, hope you got a powerful chin 

Cause they say blowjobs are flowers for men 

I'ma need about a dozen, go get your guzzling cousins 

And your trouser arousers, we wilding again 

 

I got a house full of bitches, niggas, it is going down 

I'ma hold my own, yeah 

Bitches laying on the floor like it's a crack house 

Welcome to the frat house 

Condoms, kegs, liquor, weed, pills 

I'ma hold my own, yeah 

Bitches laying on the floor like it's a crack house 

Welcome to the frat house 

 

See I'm an on-stage rock star 

(Backstage porn star) 

Gave my laptop (Then I threw her on the armoire) 

Make it red storm when that Saint John in you 

(Brain in the college in Philly, call that Temple 

I like a really huge ass) 

Bend over, take her to church now she in U-Mass 

Scoop my Spelman broad for all out sex 

Show her 12 bedrooms, still there's more house left 

(Titty in my left hand 

Drunk as a freshman on his tenth keg stand) 

Got a sophomore, all jaw, give me drunk head 

Roommate joined in, climbing down from the bunk bed 

(Yeah) Matter of fact (No) 

(Yo, I am so throwed) 

This pill gave me a new demeanor 

(Chris Reeves graduated, I'm a super senior) 

 

I got a house full of bitches, niggas, it is going down 

I'ma hold my own, yeah 

Bitches laying on the floor like it's a crack house 

Welcome to the frat house 

Condoms, kegs, liquor, weed, pills 

I'ma hold my own, yeah 

Bitches laying on the floor like it's a crack house 

Welcome to the frat house 

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