Loud Noises (Album Version|Explicit) - Bad Meets Evil/Slaughterhouse

Life handed me lemons

I jump back into the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it

By now you just wish I'd f**king die but I electrify

Get electrocuted executed by an executioner of my flow too quick for the

Human eye to detect zooming by

Guess who what's happening guys

They told me to sh*t I fell off that pot

Hopped right back up on that crapper and I

Said f**k you with a capital I

Look who's back to antagonize

You don't like it you can eat sh*t f**k off little faggot and die

You right back like a maggot on

My dick grabbing at my sh*t better get to

The back of the line

You wanna get your shot at me what kinda crap is that

Battle what kind of rapper would I be before I let another rapper think

He's hot

I'll bury my face in his stinky twat and go alalalala

Girl my head space is limited ain't even room in the back of my mind

That's why I ain't thinking about you

I don't got time and I told you a

Thousand times

So how can I find the time to

Put an alkaline battery in royce's back and

At the same time put juice in mine

Goddamnit slaughterhouse is signed

Slaughterhouse

I'm a menace villain my pen is sitting spilling my lyrics killing

Then I let you witness sh*t when it hit the ceiling

The niggas willing to give the listeners the sickest feeling

Like mixing some benadryl and penicillin

Then I'm filling the clip with a written

Can you picture my pistol drilling

A million women and children when I'm illing

But it isn't real it's a rap

On the real it's a wrap

How could you possibly stop the apocalypse

When I'm atomic bombing the populous

Shock the metropolis hostile as a kid

Popping the glock at his moms and his pops

Then he hops in his drop with his ipod rocking the slaughterish

Documentation and lyrics I write with confidence

Write like a columnist slash novelist

I'm in this game to demolish establish my dominance

Over prominent rappers you popping sh*t till you opposite

I can spit ominous so spit politics now I'm haile selassie gandhi and pac

Of this hip hop genre b**ch

Slaughterhouse

Lyrically I'm a coc*ine altoid

Ability told brain it's a no brain bout boy

Physically I'm literally a coc*ine cowboy

Wait wait did I just go almost four bars without talking about my big

Dick

The other day me and your thick b**ch

Had a great day and we ate cake

And then we walked and then she tried to jack me off but she lost

Cause she couldn't handle my sh*t wait I sweared

Irony of ryan is I am bipolar while I'm rhyming standing beside a big old

White bear

Neither one of us fight fair you are literally looking at woody and wesley

In a movie

With a white boy ain't got to jump no where cause I'm here

Ni**a I'm on fire yeah and I'm every b**ch's dream

One two I'm coming for you I'm a big old big old nightmare

Ni**a this the slaughter stepping up

I'll pretty much slap your a** and tell you to shut the f**k up

After that I'll slap your a** again and tell you to shut the f**k up

Shutting up

And that's how you body a f**king beat

Slaughterhouse

I should be the one that goes slow

Get a stopwatch clock my flow

Hit the button on top watch the ** drop

O o dot dot o yaowa

When I drop I go outer space

Blackout like darth vader's face

Placed in a molten shower

Say something and get them proper

Mama poppa pouring out vodka

Mama mia em pass me the seeds

It's slaughterhouse better yet boy go home better yet boy

Better jet boy mark sanchez santanio holmes

I'm not just any old homeboy

Sitting in a lab picking up a pad

I be spitting bad I'mma get you mad with this gift I have

Lord duck sufferin succatash when the trigger blast I'mma put your beak on

Your fitted hat

Where the liquor at sip of yak

That bitchh and a vicious track

Sly pro tools to boast joe smooth

I coast to the west like we're tired of

Living at

New york here's a piggyback ride to the motherland

Hold on brotherman on the other hand get down

I'm gutter fam gun butt you with the eagle handle cunningham

I don't wanna talk I just wanna beef

I don't want a piece I want it all baby boy

I don't wanna eat I wanna feast up rough piece of sh*t

You done weak I'm the one capiche

Slaughterhouse

Insane what they call us

How you married to the game but you probably shouldn't have came to the

Altar

Every bar like propane for the sawed off using to forge you

Eminem mr porter slaughter my cinnamons emminent torture

All of you feminine marauders that's women at war

Men will assault you time is a bastard symbol of sorter

Kidnap your trembling daughter at least a quarter

I'm administering supporters got an aura more like sodom and gomorrah

Normally something's wrong with me

Claiming a quantity of the porn I see on the pause to me

When I fix the game they'll think sh*t came with a warranty

How the f**k are they gonna stop when I was born to be

Corner me sh*t belong to me two choices you can get along with me

Or sit your faggot a** right there in dormancy

Wait all you missing is heels to be rupaul

Ain't nobody that's real ever knew y'all

Second to none and I'm dealing with marshall

This time I never come down deal with the blue balls

You ain't gotta fear me but you'll respect me

Niggas who never met me threaten me want to gillete me

Coming off soft I got some machetes

Swinging spaghetti like it's heavy some said he deserve an espy

In a chevy like andretti put the dezzy where his chest be

Slaughterhouse