Bad Meets Evil Loud Noises

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[Verse 1 eminem]
Life handed me lemons
I jump back into the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it
By now you just wish I'd f_cking die but I electrify
Get electrocuted, executed by an executioner of my
Flow too quick for the human eye to detect zooming by
Guess who, what's happening guys?
They told me to sh_t, I fell off that pot
Hopped right back up on that crapper and I
Said 'f_ck you' with a capital I
Look who's back to antagonize
You don't like it? you can eat sh_t, f_ck off little faggot and die
You right back like a maggot on my d_ck grabbing at
My sh_t, better get to the back of the line
You wanna get your shot at me what kinda crap is that
Battle, what kind of rapper would I be before I let
Another rapper think he's hot
I'll bury my face in his stinky twat and go alalalala
Girl my head space is limited, ain't even room in the back of my mind
That's why I ain't thinking about you,
I don't got time and I told you a thousand times
So how can I find the time to put an alkaline battery
In royce's back and at the same time put juice in mine?
Goddamnit slaughterhouse is signed.

Slaughterhouse

[Verse 2 crooked i]
I'm a menace villain, my pen is sitting spilling, my lyrics killing
Then I let you witness sh_t when it hit the ceiling
The n_ggas willing to give the listeners the sickest feeling
Like mixing some benadryl and penicillin
Then I'm filling the clip with a written
Can you picture my pistol drilling?
A million women and children when I'm illing
But it isn't real, it's a rap
On the real, it's a wrap
How could you possibly stop the apocalypse
When I'm atomic bombing the populous
Shock the metropolis hostile as a kid
Popping the glock at his moms and his pops
Then he hops in his drop with his ipod rocking the slaughterish
Documentation and lyrics I write with confidence
Write like a columnist slash novelist
I'm in this game to demolish, establish my dominance
Over prominent rappers you popping sh_t till you opposite
I can spit ominous so spit politics now I'm haile selassie,
Gandhi, and pac of this hip hop genre, b_tch.

Slaughterhouse

[Verse 3 royce da 5'9'']
Lyrically I'm a c_caine altoid
Ability told brain it's a no brain bout boy
Physically I'm literally a c_caine cowboy
Wait wait, did I just go almost four bars without talking
About my big d_ck?
The other day me and your thick b_tch had a great day and we ate cake
And then we walked and then she tried to jack me off but she lost
Cause she couldn't handle my sh_t, wait I sweared
Irony of ryan is I am bipolar while I'm rhyming standing
Beside a big old white bear
Neither one of us fight fair,
You are literally looking at woody and wesley in a movie
With a white boy ain't got to jump no where cause I'm here
N_gga I'm on fire yeah and I'm every b_tch's dream
One, two I'm coming for you, I'm a big old (big old) nightmare!
N_gga this the slaughter stepping up
I'll pretty much slap your ass and tell you to shut the f_ck up
After that I'll slap your ass again and tell you to
Shut the f_ck up shutting up
And that's how you body a f_cking beat.

Slaughterhouse

[Verse 4 joell ortiz]
I should be the one that goes slow
Get a stopwatch, clock my flow
Hit the b_tton on top watch the drug drop
O o dot dot o, yaowa
When I drop I go outer space
Blackout ike darth vader's face
Placed in a molten shower
Say something and get them proper
Mama poppa pouring out vodka
Mama mia, em pass me the seeds
It's ? slaughterhouse ? better yet boy go home, better yet boy ?
Better jet boy, mark sanchez, santanio holmes
I'm not just any old homeboy
Sitting in a lab picking up a pad
I be spitting bad, I'mma get you mad with this gift I have
Lord duck sufferin succatash when the trigger blast
I'mma put your beak on your fitted hat
Where the liquor at? sip of yak
That b_tchh and a vicious track ?
Sly pro tools to boast joe smooth I coast to the west
Like we're tired of living at
New york here's a piggyback ride to the motherland
Hold on brotherman, on the other hand get down
I'm gutter fam, gun b_tt you with the eagle handle cunningham
I don't wanna talk, I just wanna beef
I don't want a piece, I want it all baby boy
I don't wanna eat, I wanna feast up ? rough piece of sh_t
You done weak, I'm the one, capiche?

Slaughterhouse

[Verse 5 joe budden]
Insane what they call us
How you married to the game but you probably shouldn't
Have came to the altar
Every bar like propane for the sawed-off, using ? to forge you
Eminem, mr. porter, slaughter my cinnamons emminent torture
All of you feminine marauders, that's women at war
Men will assault you, time is a bastard symbol of sorter?
Kidnap your trembling daughter, at least a quarter
I'm administering supporters, got an aura more like sodom and gomorrah
Normally something's wrong with me
Claiming a quantity of the porn I see on the pause to me
When I fix the game they'll think sh_t came with a warranty
How the f_ck are they gonna stop when I was born to be
Corner me, sh_t belong to me, two choices, you can get along with me
Or sit your faggot ass right there in dormancy
Wait, all you missing is heels to be rupaul
Ain't nobody that's real ever knew y'all
Second to none and I'm dealing with marshall
This time I never come down, deal with the blue balls
You ain't gotta fear me but you'll respect me
N_ggas who never met me threaten me, want to gillete me
Coming off soft, I got some machetes
Swinging spaghetti like it's heavy some said he deserve an espy
In a chevy like andretti, put the dezzy where his chest be.