SlaughtaHouse - Masta Ace Incorporated

* this song has two parts:

A. the cutting edge of hardcore rap; the most innovative stuff

For 1993 -- gangsta parody following the classroom skit

B. paula perry introduces the _real_ slaughtahouse

Part a:

(yeah... yeah... yeah...)

This is mc negro

And this is this ign-ant mc

And this is our new mother*****ing single

Our new sh*t

Slaughtahouse

This sh*t is called slaughtahouse

Negro! coming off our last platinum lp

Platinum lp

_shits real killin mother*****ers dead_

Killin em dead

And this is how we gonna rock sh*t for the nine-tray

Verse one: mc negro

Here come the craziest niggaz on earth

Cutthroats, ever since birth

Blood and guts are gonna spill

Cuz its murder murder murder, and kill kill kill

Chainsaw in my holster

Barb-wire rope, and Ill hang ya like a poster

So when I grab my axe you better drop

Cause I'm swing swing swing, and chop chop chop in the slaughtahouse

Yeah, yo ign-ant mc

Whassup?

Show these niggaz what the dress code is

Aight

Verse two: ign-ant mc

Strictly raiders and kings gear

Only wear black and I don't know how to act

No more... so come and take a chance and

Mess around with the black charles manson

Body parts in the freezer

I'm not jeffrey dahmer but Ill slaughta ya momma

So open up the do

To the slaughtahouse, so I can kill a little mo

Outro:

Yeahhh, mother*****er

Yeah!

This is mc negro

And this the ign-ant mc

And this sh*t is real over here, mother*****er, real real

This is the brand new lp, its called _brains on the sidewalk_

Brains on the sidewalk!

And all we wanna do now

Is murder murder murder, kill kill kill

Part b: paula perry, masta ase

One two, one two

This is paula perry and its a brand new year

Time for the weak-a**, wack-a**

No-skills, negative, anti-everything

Mcs to get shut down

Theyre gettin slaughtad!

death to the wack mcs --> repeat 4x

(welcome to the slaughtahouse!)

Too many suckas, too many wack records gettin played

Too much money bein made, its time for the wack to get slayed

Take these suckas to war ase, take em to war!

Its the jeep (a** niguh), its the jeep (a** niguh)

Whatcha know about the jeep (a** niguh)

Its the jeep (a** niguh), its the jeep (a** niguh)

Here we go, with the jeep (a** niguh) (welcome to the slaughtahouse!)

Never hear me talking I could kill a man!!

Started making records but I'm still a fan

Ill take you down, I break your crown

I make you frown, I wake the town

Tick, check it out tock I rock your whole block

Got the funk dialect in stock

With the boom, bashin, bass drum is smashin

And crashin your bedroom walls, and monster mashin

Dashin, man with the kick, that be flying

Kids don't be trying, this trick cause I'm scien-

-tifical, ninety-nine rappers wanna kill

To sound ill, you couldn't find their brains with a drill

Check it...

*sound of a drill*

(welcome to the slaughtahouse!)

Welcome to my slaughtahouse, its like a playpen

Welcome to my slaughtahouse, theres no escapin

This is the place where freestyling skills

Are sharp like axes, and suckas get the chills

Drum is the cash, like the rash youll be itchin

For the green and, everybodys talking like theyre mean and

Crazy, oh baby, you're ready, for this yo

Make me, a poster, holdin, a pistol

Then I can be the (man)

I can be the (man)

Cause they see me with the gun in my hand

I, am not, down with the standard

The man did, not do, what every other man did

Candid, just like the man allen funts

And theres nothing worse than, a rapper when he fronts

So throw your hands up in the air

If you really don't care

About the next mans life, you get the chair

In the slaughtahouse

Outro:

Whassup kid you hear that new album _brains on the sidewalk_?

Yeah its fat right?

Yeah I like that part

Murder murder murder, and kill kill kill

Yaknow thats what its all about

Yeah I'm gonna be just like that when I grow up

You think I aint?

This is a brand new year for mother*****ers heads to start burstin

Masta ase, incorporated

Ase, lord digga, shiloh, eyceurok, the brooklynites

And the floor builder

Watch your back black man

Your biggest enemys in the mirror

Long is the road to freedom from self-destruction

The slaughtahouse, breeds death

Death to the *faggot-a*** average wack mcs

And death of the original man, turned killer man