作词 : J. Smith/Marshall Mathers/J. Ortiz/D. Wickliffe/R. Montgomery 作曲 : J. Smith/Marshall Mathers/J. Ortiz/D. Wickliffe/R. Montgomery Ladies and gentlemen, make some noooooise!
Aww ***t, yeah
Y'all ready to get this ***t started or what?
Aight, well I brought some friends with me too
Now I ain't back just for the sake of just sayin 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 'til I act Jack Daniels and yack Burp bubbles, attitude's immaturin' Double shot of Bacardi, party, vision is blurrin Whoa-oh, I can't see ***t, my words get to slurrin Uh-oh! You can call me R. Kelly now, you're in trouble! What's occurrin before, after, and durin' the show has no bearing on the bad news I'm baring, whoa What is it, wordplay? No, I'm pu***n you out the do' So suck my **** on the couch if you wanna cu***on to blow Now stomp your ****** feet 'til you get to squi***n a hoe It's pandemonium standin O when you see him, oh Damn baby you look good, you're givin me wood You should, pull over like a sweat-***rt with a hood It's neck work, get her polly on, you and me both Break bread while I'm coppin over this game to pinch a loaf Now homie who's your favorite pain in the ass? Who claims to be spittin 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 an 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 ****'s more amazin than that?
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 Io' fire Marshall The 9 tucked against the linin I pull it out and flip your partner upside-down like y'all are a couple 69'in It's like Rick James is shootin up your house *****!
**** YO' COUCH *****! You're screamin **** the world with your middle finger up While I'm over here shovin my **** in a hole in the mud My ***** know I'm perfectly fit for murder because I murdered her, so you can call me Nickel to O.J. 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, immune in mad cerebral You on your last burrito! （What that mean Nickel?） It's a wrap if you eatin Get a beat then terrorize that ***** like a Middle Eastern Slaughterhouse on FIRE, nobody touchin that
I'm right here in my Nike Airs, Buzz Light-years ahead of my mic peers, quite scary to look at a nigh**are Where my book at? I write fear in the heart of you tight ******s I harbor the art, of you nice swear （?） Is that weird cause that made me hotter than my dear Uncle Al's breath after poli***n 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 to IV as （?） 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 Aw ***t it, I did it again, when I lit up this pen I emitted this phlegm, this time it's alongside Eminem So tell a friend to tell a friend write a disgustin hook
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 your mommy knocked, and your Uncle Tommy molli-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 ***t'll be funny I'll bite my ***** in the ass and watch her sit on my money Man, all the ******* holla - they wanna drop my britches then jaw on my **** and swallow, leave drawers in this Impala I ball like Iguodala, I bear more arms than six koalas As soon as I draw, get sent to ***** 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 they come, Long Beach Saddam! Slaughterhouse equals swine flu, at South Line We do it to try to do without tryin （Slaughterhouse!） Cause to it's us it's so easy Where's, Jumpoff Joe Beezy?
[00:00.000] 作词 : J. Smith/Marshall Mathers/J. Ortiz/D. Wickliffe/R. Montgomery [00:01.000] 作曲 : J. Smith/Marshall Mathers/J. Ortiz/D. Wickliffe/R. Montgomery [00:03.750]Ladies and gentlemen, make some noooooise! [00:08.430] [00:10.300]Aww ***t, yeah [00:13.300] [00:14.600]Y'all ready to get this ***t started or what? [00:16.720] [00:18.960]Aight, well I brought some friends with me too [00:22.150] [00:24.290]Now I ain't back just for the sake of just sayin I'm back [00:26.360]I could relax but I'd rather stack ammo on tracks [00:29.960]Couple Xanax, light a couple wax candles then black [00:32.580]out and relapse 'til I act Jack Daniels and yack [00:35.390]Burp bubbles, attitude's immaturin' [00:37.820]Double shot of Bacardi, party, vision is blurrin [00:40.630]Whoa-oh, I can't see ***t, my words get to slurrin [00:43.250]Uh-oh! You can call me R. Kelly now, you're in [00:46.060]trouble! What's occurrin before, after, and durin' the show [00:49.050]has no bearing on the bad news I'm baring, whoa [00:51.860]What is it, wordplay? No, I'm pu***n you out the do' [00:54.550]So suck my **** on the couch if you wanna cu***on to blow [00:57.060]Now stomp your ****** feet 'til you get to squi***n a hoe [01:00.050]It's pandemonium standin O when you see him, oh [01:03.090]Damn baby you look good, you're givin me wood [01:05.470]You should, pull over like a sweat-***rt with a hood [01:08.340]It's neck work, get her polly on, you and me both [01:11.080]Break bread while I'm coppin over this game to pinch a loaf [01:13.950]Now homie who's your favorite pain in the ass? [01:15.950]Who claims to be spittin the same flames as me? I'm Kanye when he crashed [01:19.130]In other words I got the hood on smash like I stepped on the gas [01:22.690]Destroyed the front end, deployed the damn airbags from the dash [01:25.370]Went through 'em and laughed [01:26.650]Came back an hour after the accident and bit a goddamn Jawbreaker in half! [01:30.890]So stop fakin the funk and start shakin your ass [01:33.580]Slaughterhouse in the house with the caucasian of rap [01:36.200]and Just Blaze on the track, what the ****'s more amazin than that? [01:39.870] [01:42.050]I'm right here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers I pry apart you [01:45.420]Lump on your head designed by a bar stool [01:47.480]Designed by a cartoon [01:49.350]Before I need to be hired, Jimmy Io' fire Marshall [01:52.350]The 9 tucked against the linin [01:53.720]I pull it out and flip your partner upside-down like y'all are a couple 69'in [01:57.960]It's like Rick James is shootin up your house *****! [02:00.850] [02:03.200]**** YO' COUCH *****! [02:04.630]You're screamin **** the world with your middle finger up [02:06.880]While I'm over here shovin my **** in a hole in the mud [02:09.880]My ***** know I'm perfectly fit for murder [02:12.060]because I murdered her, so you can call me Nickel to O.J. to Glove [02:15.430]I got a Posse of Insane Clowns [02:17.490]Blow your brains on your opposite ear, and ask you how your brain sounds [02:20.730]Bad, Evil, we go Alfred, immune in mad cerebral [02:24.850]You on your last burrito! [02:26.790]（What that mean Nickel?） It's a wrap if you eatin [02:28.910]Get a beat then terrorize that ***** like a Middle Eastern [02:31.720]Slaughterhouse on FIRE, nobody touchin that [02:34.320] [02:37.010]I'm right here in my Nike Airs, Buzz Light-years [02:40.000]ahead of my mic peers, quite scary to look at a nigh**are [02:43.310]Where my book at? I write fear in the heart of you tight ******s [02:45.990]I harbor the art, of you nice swear （?） [02:48.300]Is that weird cause that made me hotter than my dear [02:50.810]Uncle Al's breath after poli***n off his ninth beer [02:53.620]Homie chill, listen, I swear [02:55.800]I'm God, I give tracks a Holy feel, and they bite ears [02:59.300]I'm right here, why wouldn't I be? [03:01.230]Just waitin to be hooked to IV as （?） well when you look at my pee [03:04.850]And this joint, no exception, so just point a direction [03:07.590]And record the pig's oink, when I rip his intestine [03:10.290]This isn't just an infection [03:11.730]This won't go away with penicillin injections [03:14.420]Millions of questions arose after they did an inspection, what I exhibit [03:18.150]seems to be non-contagious yet anybody can get it [03:20.720]Aw ***t it, I did it again, when I lit up this pen [03:23.770]I emitted this phlegm, this time it's alongside Eminem [03:26.380]So tell a friend to tell a friend write a disgustin hook [03:29.380] [03:31.760]I'm right here lettin the shottie pop, quick as a karate chop [03:34.620]Get your body shot, get your top chopped, like a lollipop [03:37.740]Call it Maserati drop, in the body shop [03:40.110]Get your mommy knocked, and your Uncle Tommy molli-wopped [03:43.940]I take your life to the ninth inning [03:45.830]A knife in the gunfight, I love it, me and my knife winnin [03:48.950]I laugh when you fall, the ***t'll be funny [03:51.510]I'll bite my ***** in the ass and watch her sit on my money [03:54.490]Man, all the ******* holla - they wanna drop my britches [03:56.990]then jaw on my **** and swallow, leave drawers in this Impala [03:59.300]I ball like Iguodala, I bear more arms than six koalas [04:03.040]As soon as I draw, get sent to ***** [04:05.290]Bilinguist don, I kill with the tongue, I'm Atilla the Hun [04:08.470]I'm Genghis Khan, I'm a genius spawn [04:10.650]I pillage your village for fun, an egregious con [04:13.280]A syllable gun, real as they come, Long Beach Saddam! [04:17.090]Slaughterhouse equals swine flu, at South Line [04:19.650]We do it to try to do without tryin [04:22.150]（Slaughterhouse!） Cause to it's us it's so easy [04:24.400]Where's, Jumpoff Joe Beezy?
