Loud Noises歌词 - bad meets evil
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Life handed me lemonsI jump back into the public eye and squirted lemon juice in itBy now you just wish I'd fucking die but I electrifyGet electrocuted, executed by an executioner of my flow too quick for the human eye to detect zooming byGuess who, what's happening guys?They told me to shit, I fell off that potHopped right back up on that crapper and ISaid 'fuck you' with a capital ILook who's back to antagonizeYou don't like it? You can eat shit, fuck off little faggot and dieYou right back like a maggot on my dick grabbing at my shit, better get to the back of the lineYou wanna get your shot at me what kinda crap is thatBattle, what kind of rapper would I be before I let another rapper think he's hotI'll bury my face in his stinky twat and go alalalalaGirl my head space is limited, ain't even room in the back of my mindThat's why I ain't thinking about you, I don't got time and I told you a thousand timesSo how can I find the time to put an alkaline battery in Royce's back and at the same time put juice in mine?Goddamnit Slaughterhouse is signedSLAUGHTERHOUSEI'm a menace villain, my pen is sitting spilling, my lyrics killingThen I let you witness shit when it hit the ceilingThe niggas willing to give the listeners the sickest feelingLike mixing some Benadryl and penicillinThen I'm filling the clip with a writtenCan you picture my pistol drilling?A million women and children when I'm illingBut it isn't real, it's a rapOn the real, it's a wrapHow could you possibly stop the ApocalypseWhen I'm atomic bombing the populousShock the metropolis hostile as a kidPopping the Glock at his moms and his popsThen he hops in his drop with his iPod rocking the SlaughterishDocumentation and lyrics I write with confidenceWrite like a columnist slash novelistI'm in this game to demolish, establish my dominanceOver prominent rappers you popping shit till you oppositeI can spit ominous so spit politics now I'm Haile Selassie, Gandhi, and Pac of this hip hop genre, bitchSLAUGHTERHOUSEAbility told brain it's a no brain bout boyPhysically I'm literally a cocaine cowboyWait wait, did I just go almost four bars without talking about my big dick?The other day me and your thick bitch had a great day and we ate cakeAnd then we walked and then she tried to jack me off but she lostCause she couldn't handle my shit, wait I swearedIrony of Ryan is I am bipolar while I'm rhyming standing beside a big old white bearNeither one of us fight fair, you are literally looking at Woody and Wesley in a movieWith a white boy ain't got to jump no where cause I'm hereNigga I'm on fire yeah and I'm every bitch's dreamOne, two I'm coming for you, I'm a big old (big old) Nightmare!Nigga this the slaughter stepping upI'll pretty much slap your ass and tell you to shut the fuck upAfter that I'll slap your ass again and tell you to shut the fuck up shutting upAnd that's how you body a fucking beatSLAUGHTERHOUSEI should be the one that goes slowGet a stopwatch, clock my flowHit the button on top watch the drug dropO O dot dot O, YaowaWhen I drop I go outer spaceBlackout ike Darth Vader's facePlaced in a molten showerSay something and get them properMama poppa pouring out vodkaMama Mia, Em pass me the seedsIt's ? Slaughterhouse ? better yet boy go home, better yet boy ?Better jet boy, Mark Sanchez, Santanio HolmesI'm not just any old homeboySitting in a lab picking up a padI be spitting bad, I'mma get you mad with this gift I haveLord duck sufferin succatash when the trigger blast I'mma put your beak on your fitted hatWhere the liquor at? Sip of yakThat bitchh and a vicious track ?Sly Pro tools to boast Joe smooth I coast to the West like we're tired of living atNew York here's a piggyback ride to the motherlandHold on brotherman, on the other hand get downI'm gutter fam, gun butt you with the Eagle handle CunninghamI don't wanna talk, I just wanna beefI don't want a piece, I want it all baby boyI don't wanna eat, I wanna feast up ? rough piece of shitYou done weak, I'm the one, capiche?SLAUGHTERHOUSEInsane what they call usHow you married to the game but you probably shouldn't have came to the altarEvery bar like propane for the sawed-off, using ? to forge youEminem, Mr. Porter, slaughter my cinnamons emminent tortureAll of you feminine marauders, that's women at warMen will assault you, time is a bastard symbol of sorter?Kidnap your trembling daughter, at least a quarterI'm administering supporters, got an aura more like Sodom and GomorrahNormally something's wrong with meClaiming a quantity of the porn I see on the pause to meWhen I fix the game they'll think shit came with a warrantyHow the fuck are they gonna stop when I was born to beCorner me, shit belong to me, two choices, you can get along with meOr sit your faggot ass right there in dormancyWait, all you missing is heels to be RuPaulAin't nobody that's real ever knew y'allSecond to none and I'm dealing with MarshallThis time I never come down, deal with the blue ballsYou ain't gotta fear me but you'll respect meNiggas who never met me threaten me, want to gillete meComing off soft, I got some machetesSwinging spaghetti like it's heavy some said he deserve an ESPYIn a Chevy like Andretti, put the Dezzy where his chest beSLAUGHTERHOUSE
