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    [Intro: Crooked I]
    Okay!
    What we have here?
    It's what the game been talkin'...
    SLAUGHTERHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUSE! {BRING IT BACK!} [scratches?]

    Okay!
    What we have here?
    It's what the game been talkin'...
    SLAUGHTERHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUSE! {Whoooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
    Okay! [shot]

    [Crooked I:]
    This is true!
    Militant mind state and the villains concealing the 9 wait. - It's a zoo! [gunshot]
    I'm chilling with primates, I'm a fool!
    You feeling it? I ain't play gorilla I'm a real as the crime rate. [scream]
    It's so cool! - My right jabs on the right track
    It'll slide you sideways go get your ice pack. [shot]
    That's what the fights bought, big, punch your lights out
    Go pay your utility bill get your sight back. (huh?)
    All I got is a bunch of weaponry everywhere
    When I was a kid I used to machete my teddy bear.
    Friday the 13th? - Nah, nigga was never scared
    Sleeping on Elm's Street if somebody tell me Freddy there. [Vincent Price laughs] (yeah!)
    See I'm a whole 'nother animal!
    With a mechanical trap jaw - highly flammable [dogs growing]
    Soon as this cannibal track yawn
    I split your cantaloupe, Hannibal Lechter with a hacksaw. - I rap raw! [scream]
    Go in the zone till I'm outside of my body
    Your body get outlined in white powder when bullets [gunshot] come outside of the shotty. (ha!)
    Try to hide in your hotel I'll Al-Qauda
    Your lobby then I'll smile at your hotty. [Tarzan shouts] ([EM:] Whoo!)
    Put a ride on my side like Clyde riding with Bonnie
    Check out the way I pimp mommy!
    After my snake charm her!
    She get wet now I'm folding paper (paper!) that's slimy tsunami and origami. (yeah!)
    Yes! - The best ever!
    I'm hot as West weather when you dressed in your sweater vest and you best leather.
    I pull buttons and press levers
    I'm backwards as a dyslexd letter, jet setter - etcetera! [gunshot]
    Catch you boy on planet COB,
    Go fuck yourself give your hand a job!
    Like Nikel 9's brother - the kids Vishis
    I own half a beauty salon so you know I'm with splitting the wig business. {Whooooooooooooooooooooo}

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    [Royce Da 5'9":]
    I got a big dick, bitch! {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}

    What? - That ain't no punchline, I just a got big dick, bitch! (whooo!)
    'Bout big business,
    Slaughterhouse! - You and your clique gettin' with this. [gunshot]
    Y'all at the movies wearing blindfolds
    Get, it? - That means you ain't seeing the big picture
    I find irony in being the headed rapper decapitating
    I'll get Rihanna on a track and won't even rap on it.
    Just let her moan to the song whilst I'm masturbating
    You the best rapper? Homie congratulations! [scream]
    I'd rather be known for felonious ratchet waving.
    (pop, pop, pop, pop!) You deep, we deeper
    But we married to these streets but - we don't jump brooms we just carry street sweepers!
    Hell yeah! Detroit city? I'm felt there!
    Leave a brain elsewhere! - It's the name on the card to my health care.
    I'm hard! - You facades
    Piss me off! - I put your thoughts on your broad. [scream]
    You fucking screamer - later with your tough demeanour
    Ya fruit! - I V-8 juice your fucking team up!
    Give me 50 feet! (come on!)
    Why you acting? All brand new 50's teeth!
    Got the bullets looping I pull it the clip repeats - WITHOUT THE DJ!
    I got more gunshots in the Glock - than Whoo Kid got [gunshot] in that instant replay.
    Ooo, you thought that was a diss to Fif'? Than {Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooo}
    You stupider than Muslims looking for gifts on Christmas. {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
    Clip-out! - 'Bout to stick my dick in, the hole
    In the handle, how you gon' walk [gunshot] a mile in my shoes? (whooo!)
    I'm walking on water and Moses and over sandals,
    Giving boxers is the opposite of going commando! [Tarzan shouts]
    That's right; I put a bunch of boxers on your ass, boy!
    I'm fly! - ? is my handle!
    I'm from the metropolitan [blast] rock bottom, if I spot 'em, I got 'em!
    She wanted to swallow when I shot it - but that's not my problem.
    She's your wife she just my concubine'n
    She like to holla Ryan whilst I'm behind it like she my momma mind it. [scream]
    Willing to get more physical than the lacrosse team
    Blunt so big look like we just rolled up the swamp thing! ([EM:] Whoo Whoo!)
    I'm high feeling like I should be higher,
    I ride like Michael Myers, wire ride like a bike with no tires! ([EM:] Whoo! WHATTA FUCK?!)
    No case to fight with no priors
    Say good night! - Nickel 9 and Crooked I's on fire...

    [Outro: Royce Da 5'9"]
    That's right!
    Whattup B-Luv? [beat stops] [gunshot] [rewind]

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