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

From the cradle to the grave (Straight from the motherfuckin cradle to the grave!) Forever wild from the cradle to the grave Kid, watch your back, one time's comin' always (Yeah) They lock me up for 12 days, I can't comprehend Now I'm a free man on the

No love could fucking save me There's blood in my mouth and I can't see you, no If you look back right now will you see me? Yeah I'm sinking now, and there's that feeling That crushing weight, that leaves me reeling I'll see you there someday, maybe

Fuck you Ice Cube It's the nigga you love to hate I heard payback's a motherfucking nigga That's why I'm sick of gettin' treated like a goddamn stepchild Fuck a punk cause I ain't him You gotta deal with the nine double m The damn scum that you all hate

It's the real thing, you are now real, real niggas, niggas Yo, what's up niggas and niggettes? N.W.A is back in this motherfucker And this is only the single Wait until the motherfuckin' album comes out We gon' have some more of that good shit The shit

You're wearing me out You’re the fake, fallen, force of nature, sick mind You're fucking wearing me out You're always dragging me down I don't need a gun to take back what's mine It's over now You're done wearing me out My name is worthless like you told

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh I done drank codeine from a broken whiskey glass I done popped my pills and I smoked my share of grass Slaved for the man and I broke my fuckin' back So you can take your nine-to-five and shove it up your ass And I

Need a girl that I can train She's a dove, she's a fucking nightmare Unpredictable, it was my mistake to stay here On the go and it's way too late to play I need a girl that I can train Turn your back and run now You haven't got a chance now It's

Walking down the street, in my All Stars In my, khaki suit, doin what I do Walking down the street, smoking, chronic In my black locs, lookin, at you Guess who's back on the West coast tracks It's the motherfucking messiah of gangsta rap Still dip in the

You don't get it (get it, get it, get it) I'm just a creep in a t-shirt, jeans, I don't fucking care I don't know what I know But I know where it's at Just because I lost it doesn't mean I want it back Is it the world I'm living in? I'm sorry Mr.