Loud Noises (Album Version|Explicit)

Loud Noises (Album Version|Explicit) - Bad Meets Evil/Slaughterhouse

Life handed me lemons I jumped

Back in the public eye and squirted lemon

Juice in it by now you just wish

I'd f**king die but I electrify get

Electricuted executed by an

Executioner of my flow too wit for the human

Eye to detect zooming by

G g g guess who what's happenin' guy you told me

To sh*t fell off that pot hopped

Right back on that crapper and I said

F**k you with a capital I look

Who's back to antag gonize you don't

Like it you can eat sh*t f**k

Off little faggot and die you right back

Like a maggot on my dick

Grabbing at my sh*t better get to the back of the

Line you wanna get your shot

At me what kinda crap is that battle what

Kinda rapper would I be before

I let another rapper think he's hot I'll

Bury my face in his stinky

Twat and go my head space is

Limited ain't even room in the

Back of my mind that's why

I ain't thinking

About you I don't got time and

I told you a thousand times so how can I

Find the time to put an alkaline

Battery in royce's back and at the same

Time put juice in mine goddammit slaughterhouse is signed

Slaughterhouse

I'm a menace villain my pen

Is sitting spilling my livers killing then I

Let you witness sh*t when

It hit the ceiling the niggas willing to give the

Listeners the sickest feeling

Like mixing some benadryl and penicillin then

I'm filling the clip with a written

Can you picture my pistol drilling a

Million women and children

When I'm illing but it isn't real it's a rap on

The real it's a wrap how

Could you possibly stop the apocalypse when I'm

Atomic bombing the populous

Shock the metropolis hostile as a kid popping

The glock at his moms and

His pops then he hops in his drop with his ipod

Rocking the slaughterish

Documentation and lyrics I write with confidence

Write like a columnist slash

Novelist I'm in this game to demolish

Establish my dominance

Over prominent rappers you popping sh*t 'til you

Opposite I can spit ominous

So spit politics now I'm haile selassie gandhi

And pac of this hip hop genre b**ch

Slaughterhouse

Lyrically I'm a coc*ine altoid

Ability to bring it's a no brain bout boy

Physically I'm literally a coc*ine

Cowboy wait wait did I just go almost

Four bars without talking about

My big dick the other day me and your

Thick b**ch had a great day

And we ate cake and then we walked and then she

Tried to jack me off but she

Lost cause she couldn't handle my sh*t wait I

Sweared irony of ryan is

I am bipolar while I'm rhyming standing beside a

Big old white bear neither

One of us fight fair you are literally looking

At woody and wesley in a movie

With a white boy ain't got to jump no where

Cause I'm here ni**a I'm on

Fire yeah and I'm every b**ch's dream one two

I'm coming for you I'm

A big old nightmare ni**a this the slaughter

Stepping up I'll pretty much slap

Your a** and tell you to shut the f**k up

After that I'll slap your a** again

And tell you to shut the f**k up

Shutting up and that's

How you body a f**king beat

Slaughterhouse

I should be the one that goes

Slow nah get a stopwatch clock my flow

Hit the button on top watch

The jaw drop oh oh that's that aww yaowa

When I drop I go outta space

Blackout like darth vader's face placed in a

Molten shower say something

And get them proper mama poppa pouring out

Vodka mama mia em pass

Me the seeds it's slaughterhouse got signed

Better yet boy go home better

Yet boy g4 chrome better jet boy mark

Sanchez santanio holmes

Ot just any old homeboy sitting in a lab

Picking up a pad I be spitting bad

I'mma get you mad with this gift I have

Lord duck sufferin succotash

When the trigger blast I'mma put your beak on

Your fitted hat where the liquor

At sip of yak that b**ch and a vicious

Track sly pro tools to boast joe

Smooth I coast to the west like we're

Tired of living at new york

Here's a piggyback ride to the motherland hold

On brotherman on the

Other hand get down I'm gutter fam gun butt you

With the eagle handle cunningham

I don't wanna talk I just wanna beef I

Don't want a piece I want it all baby

Boy I don't wanna eat I wanna feast

Slaughterhouse

Insane what they call us ain't married

To the game but you probably

Shouldn't have came to the altar

Every bar like propane for the sawed off

Using to forge you eminent

Mr porter slaughter my cinnamons emminent

Torture all of you feminine

Marauders that's women at war men will assault

You time is a bastard symbo

L of kidnap your trembling daughter at

Least a quarter I'm administering

Supporters got an aura more like sodom

And gomorrah normally

Something's wrong with me claiming a quantity of the

Porn I see on the pause to

Me when I fix the game they'll think sh*t came

With a warranty how the f**k

Are they gonna stop what I was born to be

Corner me sh*t belong to me

Two choices you can get along with me or sit

Your faggot a** right there

In dormancy wait all you missing is heels to

Be rupaul ain't nobody that's real ever knew y'all second to none and I'm

Dealing with marshall this time

I never come down deal with the blue balls

You ain't gotta fear me but you'll respect me niggas who never met me

Threaten me want to gillete

Me why don't you let me come I got some

Machetes swinging spaghetti

Like it's heavy some said he deserve an espy in

A chevy like andretti put the

Dezzy where his chest be

Slaughterhouse