Welcome To The Slaughterhouse

and Crooked I, Nino Bless and Royce Da 5’9….DAMN.

Produced by Scram Jones. Let’s spit along with Joell, kids!

I define gutter, every time I rhyme I climb up another notch
Hip hop got my spine smothered
But I’ll be fine brother
My mind hovers above all you jive suckers
Listen, that’s word to my mother
You throw a shot at me
I’m throwing a shot back
Your’s is on a joint
Mine’s whistling by your top hat
Ya I’m cool but you violate and I’ll cock back
Open the mac’s mouth and black out like I do not rap
I’m sick and tired of niggas lyin’
They fifth is lyin’ in they second drawer
Next door to some bullshit they ironed
y’all be makin’ up stories that them little kids be buyin’
I do everything my Penn State like a Nittany lion
I ain’t gotta mention the streets on this song
To get in a nigga ass on these beats like a thong, pause
Veterans co-sign me, the up and coming scared
The pretty girls go “Papi here’s my underwear”
Never in a hundred years I thought I’d be a rapper
But in less than a hundred bars I knew I’d be a factor
I’m PS4 in HD and the screen is plasma
You’re Atari 2600 with a weak adapter
Between us the gap’s so crazy
I’m Gucci, Louis V, you’re Gap, Old Navy
I get coochie in the V, you attract no ladies
You’re suburb, I’m gutter where it make cats go crazy

You can read the lyrics for the rest of the verses here, courtesy of 2dopeboyz.

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