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Slaughterhouse
8,407
Hip-Hop/Rap
Slaughterhouse was released on December 1, 2014 by TSO Records as a part of the album Cursed With a Blessing
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Release DateDecember 1, 2014
LabelTSO Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Montana of 300
Montana of 300
Performer
Walter Bradford
Walter Bradford
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Walter Bradford
Walter Bradford
Composer, Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dami Tha Prince
Dami Tha Prince
Producer
Walter Bradford
Walter Bradford
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I do this for the ones from the bottom that never had a chance
Straight off the porch, from the slaughterhouse to the savage land
Make **** lean if they intervene with Montana's plans
With this big ol' strap 'round my neck, I shoot like the camera man
Go call 'em people, I'm bodyin' them, no ambulance
I rolled down on 'em, way colder than any avalanche
This MC keep the tooly, but I don't hammer dance
The body bags on these **** look like some hammer pants
[Verse 2]
Man, I remember them nights when my mom was gettin' high
She locked herself in the bathroom while a young **** cried
At times felt helpless, didn't give  fuck if I live or die
Some heavy prayin' to God and know I'm back, energized
You motherfuckers don't know the pain that I feel inside
I drop to my knees everyday and thank God I'm still alive
Was ill advised, gettin' fly when I shouldn't have spent a dime
Been blamed for murders, caught cases, yeah I've been criticized
Hunger, passion, rage, when I rap they say I'm uncivilized
I was facin' nine, the Lord saved me, right in the nick of time
Montana the truth, you just proof that the devil been a lie
Dealt with all my struggles and troubles that made a **** wise
I'm gon' make sure that my family eat when it's dinner time
First **** cross me, it's over for him like finish lines
I put that clip to they back and I won't get penalized
I put that on life, I'ma turn these **** to **** pies
[Verse 3]
Yeah, I got these rappers on my dinner plate
You April fools don't see the enemy
I penetrate and make these pussies hyperventilate
I ain't got no beef 'cause I done murdered all my enemies
Innovate when I illustrate
Straight up out the illest state
I'm the reason you **** hate
Been schoolin' you ****, too weak for me just like winter break
I been this great, this **** made
I got more juice than Minute Maid
I ain't always been this way
There's reasons why I renegade
I'll make an example out you, ****, don't make me demonstrate
Tell Satan that I'm murderin' any goofy he send this way
Glock pop at your top before I let an opp get rid of me
Don't make me do my homework, find out where that **** stay
'Cause I'ma light him up the same night like Independence Day
[Verse 4]
Ooh, understand you're playin' with fire, ****
These other rappers look at me like barbed wires, ****
Got that Smith & Wesson and plus an extra clip up in my jeans
We gon' make it home safe, 'cause I got hitters on my team
I done seen some of the coldest **** give up on they dreams
Lost they vision for the green
I seen **** turn to fiends
I ain't trippin', no submission, I ain't quittin', Andrew Wiggins
I'm on a mission, Russell Simmons, I go get it for my team
Put a bad bitch up in traffic, now she whippin' for a king
Puppet master for the cash, I got these bitches on a string
And I ball hard till I'm foulin' out, that's why I be stylin' out
'Cause other than my kids, shit, I ain't got too much to smile about
Cut out all that woofin', give a fuck 'bout what you howlin' 'bout
'Cause I'm ready to bang like a judge, pullin' his gavel out
[Verse 5]
Bitch, I'm made, self employed, real McCoy, totin' toys
With no FOID, I destroy, I'm too poised for these boys
They annoyed by my noise, fightin', tryna raise my boys
Bitch, Molly, Roy, Jones
Mike Tyson mixed with Floyd
And greedy people hang around you when you promise them blessings
Would you still be loyal to God if He didn't promise you heaven?
How would you live after you sin and God wasn't forgivin'?
You say, "Since I'm goin' to hell, I might as well keep on sinnin'
Blood suckin' motherfuckers, they judgin', I'm glad I ain't you
I can't be bought with bribes, I'm loyal because I'm thankful
I spit what's painful 'cause, ****, I'm not ashamed to
Frequent conversations with the One you always pray to
Askin' for forgiveness, I been whackin' shit like Babe Ruth
Bitch, I keep that thing glued, my lyrics is brain food
Your bitch on my dick, boy, I'm the one she give that brain to
And that pussy's so wet that I should fuck her wearin' rain boots
[Verse 6]
So if you heard about a **** super sick with the flow
Don't beat on women but that **** steady hittin' your ho
Both of his wrists is icy, look like he been diggin' in snow
Run with the clique of dirty boys, on the mission for dough
Murder whenever he feel like it's time for **** to go
Hey that's Montana, AKA the flyest killer you know
God
Written by: Walter Bradford
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