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

This is my motherfucking life (my life, oh yeah) Jets fly private, nigga S5 hybrid, baby test drive my whip This is my motherfucking life S-l-a u-g-h t-e-r-h-o-u-s-e Yes we are the best in the biz The west in the bitch This eastside money over coochie

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'

Back on the scene Crispy and clean Slaughterhouse! back on the scene Here we go yo, here we go Pick it up yo, here we go Slaughterhouse family, ridin' like a taxi And yeah, I'm like Dres, I am like the black sheep

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 ain't ever ran on my niggas, never took a stand on my niggas I will never jam up my niggas, real nigga shit, R.N.S R.N.S, R.N.S, R.N.S, R.N.S, R.N.S Once upon a time in the projects, yo I'm at a cee lo game and my dice hit 4 That nigga rolled a 3 but I

I fuck with nothing but gangstas Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off, hut! I fuck with nothing but my clique Nothing but hot shit, follow me, sound off, sound off, hut! I put my money on my clique, hot shit Coming out the barrel of my fifth

Get 'em up high, get 'em up high (Ohh!) Yeah (let's go!) I said once upon a time in a city that's mine There was a nigga named Nickel that spit like Big in his prime He got a fifty two box, original tick in the mind Listenin to 'Pac and them drop with a

Joey, no rules, gun shots no prob No jewels, niggas say I got robbed I'm still wearin' my bling And fuck first class, I fly standin' on Virgin America's wing Nuts hang, knockin' down sky scrapers Take a piss, make it rain, I'm the American dream Make it

I'll throw this, I'll throw this dick on you, girl (girl) To get tips Those lips and those childbearing hips Gonna make you feel me, if I gotta shake this building 'til I make you spill drinks Girl, this whole building is probably filled with lil'