Lyrics:
my backyard
In the dark with choppers while I'm sleeping in my bed
Dreaming about Slaughterhouse dropping an album that's a chart topper
While I got
off of my dick?
Words in the way, I'm at lost by 'em
I give you a JFK on the front lawn of MLK in the crossfire (get down, nigga)
I have evolved into
appears to be a random drive-by shooting
"Meanwhile, Eminem is rumored to be"
"On and off again relationship with"
"This just in, a tour bus involving
for them two that
Even something like paying for dinner's expensive
Cos they could never make the cut
And it's no wonder Eminem's
No longer made with
You think Eminem is a good rapper
I think Eminem is a good rapper
Eminem is a great rapper
I think he's the best white rapper to come
That's been
a muh'fuckin Slaughterhouse
We outta here, we outta here, we outta
[Joe Budden]
[starts off screwed] I live my life like a hood bopper
touched by evil, all
[Intro]
(Ca$his)
REMIX!
(Eminem)
As the crabby little bastard that I am
Sly what the fuck a slick sick son of a bitch
Silly little rabbit don't you
Put me to the test
I am the taker and the proctor
Praying that my life don't get cut short by a copper
Trying to make it home to my wife and my daughter
Sounds of the slaughterhouse
Bleed into the air
Time turned the volume down
& no one seems to care
Cognitive dissonance
A waste of precious life
my backyard
In the dark with choppers while I'm sleeping in my bed
Dreaming about Slaughterhouse dropping an album that's a chart topper
While I got
machine - silver machine [4X]
[PSYCHEDELIC WARLORDS (Disappear In Smoke)]
We're sick of politicians harassment and laws
All we do is get screwed up by
and a half million scanned by the second week
Mother fucker I hit em up
[D12 and Eminem spit on the next few verses. Proof goes first...]
I'm from Detroit's
from the fame
Y'all the same rappin' bout money and chains
I've been shot in the chest by my brother (ouch)
Dawgs got their bets on the other (what)
of sex crimes, committed by Buster Rhymes
Now I'm in a police car, in a red bra, with my balls in a jam jar
So I'm telling P.C Riley, what they did to me,
Aye, aye, aye
Hop on the flight
Murder in the night
Kamikaze to your head
Like I’m Eminem
Kamikaze to your head
Like I’m Eminem
Boutta make you pay
we’ve got minions
Plus Eminem got Stan's like an arena, I went and seen it
From abroad to back home, y'all ain't got to clap
We’re gonna make this
Yeah, ha-ha-ha (bang)
Yeah, Bizarre Kid comin' at you
Eminem and Fuzz, and Mr. Swifty, haha
No one's iller than me (what?)
No one, no one is
to the slaughterhouse
Never knew the whereabouts
Had to put the bread all in my bank account
Boy you skin and bone no muscle
You ain't lookin' for no trouble
Tryna test
your head, better take off the crown
Engine parts in a slaughterhouse
For their fellow man in an honored blouse
Better take off the crown, take off
So we'll sleep in the slaughterhouse while the lambs on the second floor will dream of sky and clouds
And they'll ask themselves in the morning, 'do
a tour
And Eminem didn't put our CD in a convenience store anymore
We can still hit the streets and score
I help us finance our dreams on a triple beam
połączył Slayera ze Slaughterhouse
I kurwa zgniotę Was, każdy niech czeka gotów
Mój rap to łaktest, Wasz - strefa gniotów
Beka z chłopów, kręci się jak łezka
(Yuurrrr)
My people just a dyin breed
Vulnerable like animals
Trapped and beaten by the greed
Pick em off like coyotes
They shootin all my kings
never seen before
We the four, well-known plus worth knowing you niggas either or
Even if we was poor never seen a tour
And Eminem didn't put our CD in
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