Session One (feat. Slaughterhouse)

Ladies and gentlemen, make some noise Aww shit, yeah Y'all ready to get this shit started, or what? A'ight, 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 yack Jack Daniel's and 'gnac 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 occurin' befo', 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 doe So suck my dick on the couch if you wanna cushion the blow Now stomp your fuckin' feet 'til you get to squishin' a hoe It's pandemonium standin' know 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's the fuck's more amazin' than that? Slut, answer me that, Royce, where you at? 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 nine 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 I'm Middle Eastern Slaughterhouse on fire, nobody touchin' that Good day and good night, Ortiz yo where the fuck you at? 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 your tight squares I harbor the art, of you nice wear (ah) It's type weird 'cause that made me hotter than my dear (uh) Uncle Al's breath after polishin' off his ninth beer (haha) Homie chill, listen, I swear I'm God, I give tracks a holy-feel, and they bite ears (ow!) I'm right here, why wouldn't I be? Just waitin' to be hooked to IV As Mumm-Ra's 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 shiddit, I did it again, when I liddift this pen I emitted this phlegm, this time it's alongside Emiddinem So tell a friend to tell a friend, write a disgustin' hook Jump in shark water and swim, yo where the fuck is Crook? 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 buy my bitch a new 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, are South flyin' We do it to try to do without tryin' (Slaughterhouse!) 'Cause to it's us it's so easy Where's, Jumpoff Joe Beezy?