Lyrics:
begin with the way that we act
Death and destruction!
Taking lives with an axe, killing is a function
Taught by the world and embedded in the mind
Death
[Royce Da 5'9"]
(Yeah!) This is Slaughterhouse
Haha, we gon' get right into it
Scared yet niggaz?
You're dealin with a fo'-headed monster
Y'all are
and I'm stuck
I ain't got no money
Could you give me a ride
I swear to god that I'll pay you back in another 5 days
By quarter to noon I'm fucking howling
contributed to his inert ways
I seen him pull in 24 hour workdays
With deferred pay, undeterred by the word "shame"
Public humiliation was the worst pain
He
Well, ring the bell backwards and bury the axe
Fall down on your knees in the dirt
I'm tied to the mast between water and wind
Believe me, you'll
headstones so they get back to the earth
Still shinin, I'm the sun, wars increase by the ton
Hands metamorph into axes, fuck guns, shot out your lungs
do it, nigga good , do it for a ho
i got an axe to open up your chest just like a front door (open up your
chest)
an axe to open up your back just
do it, nigga good , do it for a ho
i got an axe to open up your chest just like a front door (open up your
chest)
an axe to open up your back just
and Domo, we're two talented kids
Bitch, I'm back like my jump on Jimmy Fallon's ribs
Think I give a fuck? Axes get to hackin' at dicks
Then toss salads
the back like a crook in the black of the bushes
With the rats, the axe, and the stacks of wood is
By the garage, the Mirage tracks the shadow
My weapon is
bitches out there but I grow weed plants
So every time I hit the blunt
It's like I'm hitting that ass
And I'm Shaggy, throwing heads in the air by
(Oh-oh, oh)
(Yeah, yeah
(Oh-oh, oh) oh-whoa, yeah
(Oh-oh, oh)
(CZ Beats, why you do 'em that?)
Brand new 4-5 with the RIP (RIP)
In the trap
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Loupo
Rivan C
Check it
I'm 5'11 with my 2-3's looking like 007
I'm not good at math or counting my cash, but fuck
a flow killer, the lyrical show Thriller
The mic is my battle axe, ain't nobody go realer
Everybody sound basic, see what you need me for
Bred in the era
Lsk
C'mon
C'mon
Third Eye
Woah yeah
Third eye
Where my money
Drive by
I told that nigga
Outside
You know I'll kill
About mine
See shadows
In
a fit
Grab the clip, pistol grip
Make them flip, pass the spliff
Axe shit, pass the fish
You wanna pass the bitch?
Cause I'ma beat the pussy up like
ye, 200 dash
12 in cash, potatoes are mashed, dash dash dash
Never cook, clean, or take flights
But im a pro at lie, scam, and gaslight
There were 5
I write for the most fortified ears
Won't abide by the mortified's very vile fears
Thirty five starts to feel like release sneak a peek
At my peace
importer, I be that rich bitch
Stack banks by the chips, check it
I spot hits like Spud Mackenzie, I'm Leona Hemsley
Taxes is gettin' axes
It's essential for
précision, hey, planqué sous l'lit à la maison, hey
Trafic sur tous les axes (boum boum boum) drive-by: il me faut un casque
On va faire tomber tous les
feeling like I can't die
Or I'm feeling like opportunity ran by (ME)
And I'm chasing it (OR) am I facing it
(NIGGA) No past I'm erasing it
I'm an addict got
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
horrible forest
For a little lass snatched from Kansas
Snatched by tornado came forward
Poured a little drop of oil on his joints
She heard his voice time
the
Less I see a friend in me
Five point sharp as steel
That's heavy metal see
Cunning black hooded scumbag
Psychopathic tendencies
All you motherfuckers
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