Nigga you should salute me, nigga you should salute me Fix your motherfuckin face nigga! Look at these fuckin chimpanzees Bunch of fuckin monkeys (Mr. Porter!) I been shot, I been stabbed I took all that I have to give And I never ran, never have

So can you rescue me Because my ship is sinking And I'm drowning at sea So can you rescue me, from me Can you rescue me? I was losing my mind like I was trying to lose it Using my time for using, abusing my grind This is my own honest view of who I am

So welcome, to our house Where no one, comes back out You won't find, comfort In here, in here, in here I wanna be the best who ever did it Don't know if that goal is feasible, or it isn't But if it is then God, if you're listenin' Please grant me the

Slaughterhouse! Life handed me lemons I jump back in the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it By now you just wish I'd fucking die but I electrify Get electrocuted, executed by an executioner of my flow Too quick for the human eye to detect zooming

Sex, and drugs, and dirty money On the race to rule the world, you Cut your teeth on fame and diamonds Your time is up now Three, Two, one one one one one one one one one one (We number) one one one one one one one one one

I'll probably be in heaven when the pain stops And the raindrops keep on falling I said they keep on falling Tear drops in the pillow on my bed Still trying to keep my head up Know you'd rather see me dead And they keep on falling (Slaughterhouse Slaughterhouse yo)

Get over yourselves, fucker Get over yourselves, sucker We made it, we made it, we made it But we did it our way, our way, our way Though it took some time but we finally made it Now can you truly say that you made it? Your Way Rap rap niggas We them

I don't need a hook for this one I'm, cuckoo! My triggers is stupid, you thugs is funny My guns be, goin "eh" for the love of money Dumb, fabulous rhymer give you Luger lasagna Hula hoop, hold ya, I'll put your noodles behind ya Take your takeaway, show

And no more gods No more pain Release from rotten thoughts Under the ice you will be free Welcome to the slaughterhouse slaughterhouse Under the ice you will believe Released from rotten thoughts Remember the oath Try to understand

I don't be fuckin' around on that microphone Niggaz know I get it in on that microphone "The-the-the mic, the-the-the microphone" Too many Indians and no chiefs I pull out the pistol when I pull no piece I'm the blueprint, I have your clothes Lookin'