Session One (feat. Slaughterhouse)

Ladies and gentlemen, make some noise

Aw shit, yeah

Ya'll ready to get this shit started or what?

Aight, well I brought some friends with me too

Now I ain't back just for the sake of saying I'm back

I could relax but I'd rather stack ammo on tracks

Couple Xanax, light a couple wax candles then black

Out and relapse till I yack Jack Daniels and 'Gnac

Burp bubbles, attitudes immaturin'

Double shot of Bacadi, party, vision is blurrin'

Whoa-oh, I can't see shit, my words get to slurrin'

Uh oh, you can call me R. Kelly now, you're in trouble

What's occurin' before, after and during the show

Has no bearing on the bad news I'm bearing, whoa

What is it word play, no I'm pushing you out the door

So, suck my dick on the couch if you wanna cushion the blow

Now stomp your fucking feet till you get to squishin' a hoe

It's pandemo-nium standin' know when you see him, oh

Damn, baby you look good, you're giving me wood, you should

Pull over like a sweatshop with a hood

It's net worth, get our polly on, you and me both

Break bread while I'm coppin' over the game to pinch a loaf

Now, homie, who's your favorite pain in the ass?

Who claims to be spitting the same flames as me?

I'm Kanye when he crashed

In other words I got the hood on smash

Like I stepped on the gas, destroyed the front end

Deployed the damn airbags from the dash

Went through 'em and laughed

Came back and hour after the accident

And bit a goddamn jawbreaker in half

So stop fakin' the funk and start shakin' your ass

Slaughterhouse in the house with the caucasian of rap

And Just Blaze on the track

What the fuck's more amazing than that, slut?

Answer me that, Royce, where you at?

I'm right here, fire Marshall

Verbal pair of pliers I pry apart you

Lump on your head designed by a bar stool

Designed by a cartoon

Before I need to be hired, Jimmy, I'll fire Marshall

The nine tucked against the linin'

I pull it out and flip your partner upside-down

Like ya'll are a couple sixty-ninin'

It's like Rick James is shootin' up your house ****

Fuck your couch, ****

You're screaming fuck the world with your middle finger up

While I'm over here shovin' my dick in the hole in the mud

My bitch know I'm perfectly fit for murder because I murdered her

So you can call me Nickel to OJ to Glove

I got a posse of insane clowns

Blow your brains on your opposite ear

And ask you how your brain sounds

Bad, evil, we go Alfred E. Neumann mad cerebral

You on your last burrito

What that mean, Nickel?

It's a wrap if you eating

Get a beat to terrorize that bitch like I'm middle eastern

Slaughterhouse on fire, nobody touching that

Good day and good night

Ortiz, yo, where the fuck you at?

I'm right here in my Nike Airs, Buzz Lightyears

A head of my mic peers, quite scary to look at, a nightmare

Where my book at? I write fear in the heart of you tight squares

I harbor the art, of you nice where

It's type weird cause that made me hotter than my dear

Uncle Al's breath after polishin' off his ninth beer

Homie, chill, listen, I swear I'm God

I give tracks a holy feel, and they bite ears

I'm right here, why wouldn't I be

Just waitin' to be hooked up to IV as Mumm-ra's

Well, when you look at my pee

And this joint, no exception so just point a direction

And record the pig's oink, when I rip his intestine

This isn't just an infection, this won't go away with penicillin injections

Millions of questions arose after they did an inspection

What I exhibit seems to be non-contagious

Yet anybody can get it

Ah shit, I did it again, when I lit up this pen

I emitted this phlegm, this time it's along side Edimenim

So, tell a friend to tell a friend

Write a disgusting hook

Jump in shark water and swim

Yo, where the fuck is Crook?

I'm right here lettin' the shottie pop, quick as a karate chop

Get your body shot, get your top chopped like a lollipop

Call it Maserati drop in the body shop

Get you mommy knocked, and your uncle Tommy molly wopped

I take your life to the ninth inning

A knife in the gunfight, I love it, me and my knife winnin'

I laugh when you fall, the shit'll be funny

I'll buy my bitch a new ass and what he sit on my money, man

All the bitches holla, they wanna drop my britches

Then jaw on my dick and swallow

Leave drawers in this Impala

I ball like Iguodala, I bear more arms that six koalas

As soon as I draw, get sent to Allah

Bilinguist don, I kill with the tongue

I'm Atilla the Hun, I'm Genghis Khan

I'm a genius spawn

I pillage your village for fun

An egregious con

A syllable gun, real as the come

Long beach Saddam

Slaughterhouse equals swine flu, are South flying

We do what you try to do without trying

(Slaughterhouse) 'Cause to us it's so easy

Where's Jumpoff Joe Beezy?