Fight Club Remix
Ladies and gentlemen!
Frequency, I present
The new fight club up in this b***h (Slaughterhouse)
We go by the name of Slaughterhouse
We outta here, only one rule
No rule, no rule
Joey, no rules, gunshots, no prob
No jewels, ni***z say I got robbed
I'm still wearin my bling
And f**k first class, I fly standin on Virgin America's wing
Nuts hang, knockin down skyscrapers
Take a piss, make it rain, I'm the American dream
Make it rain, I ain't Pacman Jones
N***a, balls and my word all a black man owns
If you in that man's zone, how you figure to gain?
Can't bowl a 300 in another ***a lane
Better aim, you dealin with a 7-10 split
That's Long Beach cause we on some 7-10 s**t
I've been nice since "227" man, s**t
I am sick and I'm never gettin better, that's it
(Slaughterhouse) Give me somethin sharp to sever that prick
Like a group broke up I will dismember that clique
I'm a veteran, remember that s**t
We some internet rappers, then why you on our internet dicks?
We'll be there when it's war callin
Either we high or we fly or the floor fallin
I'm a Tommy gun 'Ђ" it ain't no best
The rap game like a St. Louis verses New York battle, nobody won
A bunch of fuckin 2's and 3's like zone defense
Please get at dudes Ortiz (nah, you beast 'em)
Hold up won't stop, can't stop, thank pops
Hard-headed, gotta hit a wall first like a bank shot
Get it clear 'Ђ" a cokehead's a thin line
Between friend or foe, won't let the s**t disappear
This fiscal year I'ma stay hot buzzin
With dudes that help me shoot like A-Rod cousin
Walk in my shoes and your feet get callous
From Jersey City to Caesars Palace
I speak with malice just to make sure the street gets salvaged
Real talk, where would all us be without it?
Slaughterhouse no fear - too many dudes
Tyson Chandler tried to leave they team and went nowhere
Like Tyson Chandler in the past ni***z on some bullshit
Royce, tell Preme I got a full clip (whoa!)
Ni***z used to run when they saw Suge's face
Faster than Joey and Joell in a foot race
Now you ask me where the incident took place
Don't check the internet, check hood space
You dealin with some intelligent creatures
I don't touch guns, I draw with telekinesis
No fingerprints on Crooked's mag
I'm mixed with good and bad like the Goodfellas and Jesus
First Biggie and Jay made it
I'll leave a bandanna at your murder and make it gang related
The b***h at the Shonie's told me homie
Ortiz, I'm the one and only
Pick a spot, I pick apart you dudes who pick a part
This ain't a movie, I feel bad like lookin at a pic of 'Pac
Ni***z hearts gettin sparked every time I give a arc
To my wrist and it twists like a spliff when I'm sittin in the park
Tall corny ni***z ain't makin a bigger mark
I'll boost drugs, what I does got 'em runnin to get a narc
You guppies unlucky, you in a tank with a shark
Teeth crooked like my dog who just finished a vicious bark
Flick a dart through your top hat
Weak mc's you cannot rap; Freq', where the drop at?
Now you mad at Tahiry cause your a** ain't famous
Get it ***a? Your "ass" ain't famous
Quit talkin 'bout me cause ya a** ain't dangerous
They call me Hustler because my mag game heinous
Show up to Detroit thinkin (Everybody Love) you
And I'ma come and show you that ya a** ain't (Raymond)
Dumbin every line 'Ђ" me fuckin b*****s
Like the cops after a murder, they cummin/comin every time
Shell-toes and Wissam jacket, the contractor
Still pushin elbows like a linebacker
And y'all playin
My worldwide b*****s on my worldwide watch, I call it the broadband
Slaughterhouse!
Y'all know what it is man