Session One

Eminem, Slaughterhouse1 ม.ค. 2010

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Session One (feat. Slaughterho - Eminem

Ladies and gentlemen, make some noooooise!

 

Aww shit, yeah

 

Y'all ready to get this shit 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 shit, 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 pushin you out the do'

So suck my dick on the couch if you wanna cushion to blow

Now stomp your fuckin feet 'til you get to squishin 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-shirt 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 fuck'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 nigga!

 

FUCK YO' COUCH NIGGA!

You're screamin fuck the world with your middle finger up

While I'm over here shovin my dick in a hole in the mud

My bitch 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 bitch 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 nightmare

Where my book at? I write fear in the heart of you tight squares

I harbor the art, of you nice swear (?)

Is that weird cause that made me hotter than my dear

Uncle Al's breath after polishin 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 shit 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 shit'll be funny

I'll bite my bitch in the ass and watch her sit on my money

Man, all the bitches holla - they wanna drop my britches

then jaw on my dick 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 Allah

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?

 

 

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