| Here we go yo, here we go
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| Pick it up yo, here we go
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| Back on the scene
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| Crispy and clean
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| Back on the scene
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| Crispy and clean
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| Slaughterhouse
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| Slaughterhouse family, ridin' like a taxi
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| And yeah, I’m like Dres, I am like the Black Sheep
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| I just want a gangsta bitch, R.I.P. |
| Apache
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| You sound dry, your legs look a lil ashy
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| You thought what you said was classy
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| But Slaughterhouse been about bread since Freddie Blassie
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| Freddie this ain’t saying nasty
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| I’m a rap assassin that’s sittin in the Aston
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| Thats cleaner then the demeanor on Eddie Haskell
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| Call me the defensive back on the track spit
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| And the slaughterhouse pigskin and you couldn’t put it past me
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| We done been through a whole lot in the past
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| 'Cause niggas bash us for bein' spazzes
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| Let it be known we’ve never known for bein' average
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| We prime like the Corleone re-enactment!
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| When it comes to talent, we the Jacksons
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| Eat a track we assassins
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| We mean, we back on the scene
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| Back on the scene
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| Crispy and clean
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| Back on the scene
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| Crispy and clean
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| Slaughterhouse
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| You spend twenties on flowers, me? |
| I put dubs on a Rolls
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| That’s why I’m in the club with your hoes
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| What you lookin' hard for?
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| Don’t spill escargot on yourself and get slugs on your clothes
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| We the ones with the flows
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| Who hit em wit' the dope lines?
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| The answer’s right under your nose
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| Whenever hip-hop's falling off the track
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| We pick it up, pick it up, pick it up
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| 'Til we back on the scene, crispy and clean
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| Fix me some whiskey and lean
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| Bitch we the kings
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| Only time your music is fly is when I
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| Use your compact disc as a frisbee to fling
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| I’m a cold young nigga
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| This your ho? |
| Come, get her
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| Cause I’m so done wit her
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| And her whole tongue glitter
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| With the old cum spitter
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| Hit her then slide home, home run hitter
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| Back on the scene
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| Crispy and clean
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| Back on the scene
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| Crispy and clean
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| Slaughterhouse
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| Yaowa
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| It’s a wrap for your team
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| When I get in that ring I put rap in the feign-ing
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| I don’t know what’s happening-ing
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| Either I’m getting better or y’all falling off like the sag in my jeans
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| Relaxin' I’m clean, immaculate lean
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| And goin' my two steps, something fat in between
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| Haters don’t get mad at my dream
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| Opposites attract
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| I’m nice and this track is just mean
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| So I’mma fuck it up, flow Avril Lavigne
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| Olive button up, Bo Jacksons and green
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| Fresh fitted cap on the bean
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| Sorta like a spine on a movie screen
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| Back on the scene
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| Back under the lights like a gat with the beam
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| Back at the register with the plastic machine
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| Back wearing my gold like Magic, Kareem
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| Back in them rap magazines
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| Click!
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| Back on the scene
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| Crispy and clean
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| Back on the scene
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| Crispy and clean
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| Slaughterhouse
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| Check it
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| Them rumors you heard about me I refute those
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| The attributes of hoes don’t affect my attitude at all
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| Die from what you told
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| Blood on your new clothes
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| Cause even the biggest fall, Manute Bol
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| What they want, two Glocks with ‘em
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| Be in the box wit' em
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| Tryna box wit' em while they got the ox wit em
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| Doctor Oz wit em, whole life’s a rehearsal
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| Cars got the horse power of that Old Spice commercial
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| Silence when the Vets speakin
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| I’m jet skiing wit lesbians
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| You just seein', wanna just be him
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| In the casino, spendin' petti-cash
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| No worries I’m the same as what you met me as
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| Bitches sayin' go ahead wit' your sexy ass
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| Y’all can have my heart, you can get it out this plexiglass
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| Here’s a message to the haters
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| I’ll take money, power and fear, the respect’ll come later
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| Back on the scene
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| Crispy and clean
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| Back on the scene
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| Crispy and clean
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| Slaughterhouse |