Artist: Slaughterhouse & DJ Drama Album: On the House Song: On the House Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Crooked I] Yeah Brooklyn I'm in the booth doin my Joell Ortiz dance Ah, ah, ah, ha ha (DJ Drama, FUCK these niggaz!) [Crooked I] Ever since I start hangin with Slim Shady it's makin the pigs hate me They racist as Dick Cheney; scared to shake my hand like maybe they'd get rabies They angry, this shit's crazy So I'm fuckin they hoes, they ladies get mixed babies I live mainly like I'm rollin a script Written for somebody who holdin his dick That mean I never let a bitch play me Ay me? I'm off beat, stop it Young Buck You're not hip to the flow fallin in awkward pockets Like the small one in your top hip dumbfuck (Crook keep goin) Teach your class while the speakers blast New niggaz out here eatin ass; bottoms up like their drinkin glass Sinkin fast, not on no battleship, I'm not on no battle shit I'm the king of spaz, rippin beats in half The back room to the cypher, nigga you name it! From Funk Flex to "Weight Scale" nigga you name it! (Keep goin!) And you bitch niggaz givin me hell Your body lean when the shotty ring Like freedom, and crack, you're like the Liberty Bell A 180 spin then he fell, I'm givin my enemies L's No disrespect but I'll send them to where the Kennedys dwell Sick as a young Ozzy, Osbourne I's born to be kamikaze, that's airborne Pop you like Asti Spumante Body meet the concrete then I creep, then cock beat your auntie, in rare form Lames I never care for 'em I'm callin shots from a lawn chair with a air horn Goin hard on them hoes If I sock-her it's part of my goals, call it carnival closed, you've been fair warned I even put a 1-8-7 on your spouse Like she got AIDS sperm on her mouth, that's on the house! [Interlude: Joell Ortiz] Ay Crook, that's how you feel huh? I can dig it my G House Gang This one's on the house fellas! Ha ha! [Joell Ortiz] Hey Crook I'm doin my dance too It's all +Head and Shoulders+, no shampoo Beaver gang, who fuckin with my damn crew? Why the lights flickerin? Why the amp blue? Cause I'm in this bitch muh'fucker, give me my chant, woo! Yaowa! I'm right at home, I recite a poem from inside my bone marrow, narrow the microphone Kings down to fall like you crawlin tryin to get out the door But blaze behave while we let the gasoline gallons pour Better than whoever you pointin at So though I'm not done, like a marijuana cypher bring this joint back Hey Crook I'm doin my dance too It's all +Head and Shoulders+, Goddamn boo you lickin on the bamboo stick Sugar, prissy bitch, look where my dick took her Don't walk with your nose in the air if you got big boogers Puerto Rican 6-footers, sick shooter 38-special with the speed loader, they call me quick nucca Knick pusher, turn thick booker, rhyme spit cooker Slice and dice rap beef, I'm the clips butcher Got Gotham City goin insane I'll come up out the bat cave holdin a cane Everyone remain calm, I'm Bruce Wayne Where the fuck is Bane?! Maintain stamina, my AK caliber flow and say hello and push your brainwaves out of ya mayne See how you ride with your handlebars off of your frame Throw grenades to your crib, bang, House Gang! In came the truth in 'em, out came you lames We don't play the skinny jeans and the blouse game We just tryna feast, bon appetit Y'all Chinese prisoners gonna eat, ha ha, chow mein Bitch nigga, try to stop the kid's figures and I'll put yo' ass on a plate, like a pinch hitter Don't try to +Rob+ DeNiro from Ben Stiller Cause I'll +Meet+ you +Fockers+ with a cold right, that's a chinchilla On the House! {"GANGSTA!"} [Outro: Royce] Yeah, Goddamn Slaughterhouse GAAAAAAAAAANG! Yeah {*echoes*}