Microphone Lyrics - Slaughterhouse - Slaughterhouse

"The-the-the mic, the-the-the microphone" [repeat in background] 

Yeah, yeah 

Too many Indians and no chiefs 

I pull out the pistol when I pull no piece 

I'm the blueprint, I have your clothes 

Lookin' like they was designed by bullet holes and shoe prints 

When I bless a joint, it's like Spock 

Came up in the spot and grabbed the beat by the pressure point 

I got the voc' in touch 

I tell my bitch I'ma, give up drinkin' when she give her emotions up 

Too many enemies and no killers 

Too many that hate snitchin' but know squealers 

I get stacks (stacks) 

I blam hard with the click-clack, that Antarctica wrist wrap 

I spit crack for yard niggaz to get dope 

Y'all gotta wait for the transporter to get back 

So who's the illest, what you talkin 'bout? 

(Die Hard) like you Bruce Willis when I shoot to kill it 

Too many hood guys, not enough good guys 

The way you say pussy in plural, is puss-I 

I don't be fuckin' around on that microphone 

When I'm kickin them flows on that microphone 

The illest nigga that's holdin' that microphone 

I put my heart and my soul in that microphone 

I put it down on that (microphone) 

Turn up the motherfuckin' sound on that microphone 

But turn it down if you weak on that microphone 

Lame niggaz shouldn't speak on that microphone 

My ultrasounds show me holdin' a microphone 

That's on my momma, I was born with a microphone 

Groupies love Crooked I on the microphone 

Like James Brown I'ma die on the microphone 

Too many rappers need to leave this mic alone 

They on the same bullshit that Mike was on 

You're lookin' at the unseen, missin' and to the unheard 

I kill your career with one word (Slaughterhouse!) 

You're verbally flirtin' with murder, you got some nerve 

I lift your skirt like a young perv, knock 'em out! 

We the mob, homie who need a job? 

Plus I'm so fly tell Derek Fisher I need a lob 

Too many in this industry I need to rob 

And if eatin' niggaz made you obese, I be The Blob! 

Fuck props, nigga this a different conquest 

Listen this hear me spittin' think it's a pissing contest 

I'm in it for power, if cowards try to stop me 

They better off usin' a fishin' pole to reel in the Lock Ness 

Yes! I got a barrel that'll spot wussies 

If you are what you eat, how come I'm not pussy? 

You lil' niggaz better come off that microphone 

I'm educated but I'm dumb on that microphone 

Don't even bother, you'll be done on that microphone 

I turn a father to a son on that microphone 

I'm a revolver in the slum on that microphone 

And tell his are's I don't need no microphone 

Too many critics tend to be silly 

Too many frogs go ribbit but never leave lillies 

I get it poppin like a ineen milli{?} 

Now I'm havin' a whale of a good time, I'm a (Free Willy) 

Y'all lip singers take a pic, click, cheese really 

Fans, who their man, I'm they quick pick easily 

None of you kids spit evenly 

You body my verse is like a thick bitch leavin' me 

Ha ha, too many fantasies and no fame 

Too many claimin' insanity and they so sane 

Less than wack Scooby Snack lack flow game 

Rappers everything I do be that crack cocaine 

Your career is doobie wraps, slap Joe name 

In any one of them verses say hello to the hearses 

Too many monkey see, monkey doers 

I slaughter pigs on my tail like Punky Brewster 

Niggaz know I get it in on that microphone 

Y'all don't know where to begin on that microphone 

I don't see how y'all could win on that microphone 

A pioneer, I set trends on that microphone 

Decide who you wan' be on that microphone 

I see a bunch of lil' me's, micro clones 

Too many 20 milligram Vic's I'm on 

Killed the web, it don't matter what site you on 

Save his mouth 'fore he's runnin' off 

I tell 'em bridge or a tunnel, give a fuck how I come across 

All these wanna be tough guys, son is soft 

Gun go off, havin' like a good show, just spun 'em off 

Treat old-timers like fags who drop the soap 

They mic got Alzheimer's, forgot that they was dope 

Too many dogs, not enough barkin' yet 

Too many blueprints, not enough architects 

Rhyme ain't started yet, still every bar's a mess 

Fuck record sales or who the machine markets best 

I'm the last muh'fucker that y'all should test 

I'm the sharp shooter, you the nigga I target next 

Too many frontin' like y'all that fly 

Reach it, cause we set the bar that high (fool) 

I don't be fuckin' around on that microphone 

You lame niggaz shouldn't speak on that microphone 

You lil' niggaz need to come off that microphone 

Niggaz know I get it in on that microphone 

"The-the-the mic, the-the-the microphone"