On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird In the kitchen In the kitchen (putting work) I will cop a key and put it on the scale Said I'm here for money making, I've done lost 'bout all my patience Beat almost all my cases, thought I'd covered

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

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

Ya'll ready, ya'll ready, y'all ready know, Slaughterhouse This your man Royce Da 5'9" This your dude Crooked I Man, Jump off Joe Beezy It's Joell Ortiz Yo yo, yo yo, yo yo, yo yo, just remember Little niggas get your weight up fuck y'all, pay up My bars

{"Ohh, it's a shame, baby baby"} Please continue to guide, direct, and protect my niggaz From the world, and from themselves Lord can you please shine that light on your sons They sent you a million prayers, you ain't answered near one {"Ohh, it's a

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

Not tonight (heyyyy!) (heyyyy!) not tonight Not tonight (hoooo!) Ladies and gentlemen (heyyyy! hoooo!) Slaughterhouse (heyyyy!) Slaughterhouse in the place to be, see And we got what it takes to rock the mic

(What up, what up, what up) Buy another coffin Y'all know what it is, cause we do it often Caught another body, buy another coffin We burn shit down, blow torch scorching Slaughterhouse bitch, buy another coffin Slaughterhouse! Bussa Buss! Somebody

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'

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