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Slaughterhouse

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    A word
    That's how ya feel
    Though it's gone huh
    Yea sir, I'm stupid
    Slaughterhouse, nigga
    Gangsta revealed

    I heard the whispers, they thought that I was dumb before
    They thought dre said I was something he don't want no more
    They thought I got dropped, they thought I would stop
    I thought not, hopped out the square, though out the box
    Listen, I keep it real, I was hoping that the major work
    But I was indian then, time for some major work
    Already hungry, but the non-believers made it worse
    Had me posting up in that booth like 8 date of births

    Who was supposed to give up? Nah, not me
    Man, post this shit up on rip
    Hello world, I'm a star, look what I invented
    Rap radar identified with my spider senses
    I had the hip-hop game on smash
    And a title locked up, like akon's smash
    Then I link the three dudes who also say I'm trash
    With another chance to show you again
    So I'm holding this pen like

    Bet you never thought that you'd be back in this position
    Got no answers for their questions
    And it kills you just to listen
    That you know
    There's nowhere else left to go
    And I ain't coming home
    I ain't coming home

    It started with assault charges, beyanies, burglaries, some peeps
    Ended up back alley blocks in jersey city streets
    Who knew that at the cross we're spittin' out cause off hennessey vodka
    The dudes that meant to be partners will mentally block ya
    And man the pities to watch ya from denis the lobster
    But your own actions is what could esentially stop ya
    I come around and the track get nervous
    If you wrote them off, be able to track that purchase

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    Hooked up the ivs or we had be deceased in an year
    Might need the grease fell on the reposition peak a year
    If you're talking chain of command, I want to be clear
    We're different links, packinfg that aid list of the g shit
    Robber with the trash talk, the magical walk
    With the black ball, way I bounce off the asphalt with catapult
    Relentless through the rumors
    In my mere presence, God got a funny sense of humor

    Bet you never thought that you'd be back in this position
    Got no answers for their questions
    And it kills you just to listen
    That you know
    There's nowhere else left to go
    And I ain't coming home
    I ain't coming home

    Bet you never thought that you'd be back in that position
    I'm talking to you bitches, arch your back in that position
    Your ratchet ass was missing, you thought that I fell off
    But shady aftermath musicians got you packin' ammunition
    I'm back to circle gang boss
    Witness the resurrection my career came 'cross
    Jesus, name a vixen I can't toss
    She use her mouth to clean my thing off

    And I call it getting brainwashed
    Slaughter's hotter than ever to be hotter
    You got a critical error
    Proud of your leather, walkin' in executives offices and halla you better
    Hit my pockets with cheddar
    Feed me paper like my my pockets are a document shredder
    You really thought I'd get this money and behave?
    Niggas left me for dead, and get the dougie on my grave
    I'll break your purse for me perseverance
    Them same labels getting weighed full for some clearance

    Bet you never thought that you'd be back in this position
    Got no answers for their questions
    And it kills you just to listen
    That you know
    There's nowhere else left to go
    And I ain't coming home
    I ain't coming home

    God's favourite, dark horse of the devil's family
    I'm plan a till it's my damn day, failure's my plan b
    From ashy to fancy, behind bars to behind the bars
    They made it so I can fit an entire jail cell inside of my pantry
    My daughter's a down, she loves to see her father come
    She loves to blow bubbles with her bubble gum
    Now she lives inside of one, just accept it
    Got martin king's heart, martin sheen's blood cause

    Missed me with your questions
    I am the martin scorsese of these professions
    While I'm outta here like martin lawrence in, get to steppin'
    And I did it doing the kind of music I like
    You'se a fool, you thought the prim would be my only highlight
    Slaughterhouse but outcasted, first we're here, then we're there
    Then we started to rhyme like you pretend to load our pants with led
    No we moving on dup like the jeffersons
    Cause things came full circle like the top of yours that hits through here, yea

    Bet you never thought that you'd be back in this position
    Got no answers for their questions
    And it kills you just to listen
    That you know
    There's nowhere else left to go
    And I ain't coming home
    I ain't coming home

    Song details

    Composition: Royce, Joseph Budden, Crooked I, Joell Ortiz, and Jai Dave

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