[Intro]

Ladies and gentlemen

Make some noise

Aw shit

Yeah

Y´all ready to get this shit started or what

Alright

Well I brought some friends with me too

[Verse 1 – Eminem]

Now I ain´t back just for the sake of just saying I´m back

I could relax but I´d rather stack ammo on tracks

Couple Xanax light a couple wax candles then black out

And relapse till I yack Jack Daniels and yap

Burp bubbles, attitudes immaturing

Double shot of bacardi, party

Vision is blurring, woh ho

I can´t see shit

My words get to slurring uh oh

You can call me R Kelly now or you´re in trouble

What´s incurring before after enduring the show

Has no baring on the bad news I´m baring whoa

what is it word play?

No I´m pushing you out the dumps

So suck my dick on the couch if you wanna cushion the blow

Now stomp your fucking feet till you get to squishing a hoe

It´s pandemo-nium standin´ oh when you see him oh

Damn baby you look good you´re giving me wood

You should pull over like a sweat shirt with a hood

Snap work a napoleon you and me both

Break bread while I’m coppin´ over this game now pinch a loaf

Now homie who’s your favorite pain in the ass

Who claims to be spitting the same flames as me

I´m Kanye when he crashed

In other words I got the hood on smash

Like I stepped on the gas destroyed the front end

Deployed the damn airbags from the dash

Went through ´em and laughed

Came back an hour after the accident

And bit a goddamn jaw-breaker in half

So stop taping the funk and start shaking ya ass

Slaughterhouse in the house with the caucasian the rap

Just Blaze on the track

What the f-ck is more amazing than that slut

Answer me that, Royce where you at?

[Verse 2 – Royce D´ 5´9"]

I’m right here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers

Are prying you apart tune-up on your head designed by a bar-stool

Designed by a cartoon, before I need to be hired

Jimmy ´IO fire Marshall

The 9 tucked against the lining

I pull it out and flip your partner upside-down

Like ya´ll are a couple 69ing

It´s like Rick James is shooting up your house n-gga

F-ck your couch n-gga

You screaming f-ck the world with your middle finger up

While I´m over here shoving my dick in a hole in the mud

My b-tch, know I´m perfectly fit for murder

Because I murdered her, so you can call me Nickel the OJ the Glove

I got a Posse of Insane Clowns

Blow your brains on your opposite ear

Then ask you how your brain sounds

Bad, evil, weirdo, Alfred Ego, mad cerebral, you on your last burrito

(What that mean Nickel?)

It´s a rap if you eating, get a beat then terrorize that b-tch like I´m Middle Eastern

Slaughterhouse on fire, nobody touchin´ that

Good day and good night, Ortiz where the fuck you at?

[Verse 3 – Joel Ortiz]

I´m right here my Nike Airs buzz light-years ahead of my mic peers

Quite scary to look at, a nightmare, where my book at I´ll write fear

In the heart of you tight squares, I harbor the art of you night square

It´s tight ware ´cause that made me hotter than my dear

Uncle Al´s breath after polishing off his 9th beer

Homie chill listen, I swear, I´m God, I give tracks a holy feel

And they bite ears

I´m right here, why wouldn´t I be, just waiting to be hooked to IVs

Monroe´s brown when you look at my pee

And this joint, no exception, so just point a direction, and record the pig´s oink

When I rip his intestines

This isn´t just an infection

This won´t go away with penicillin injections

Millions of questions arouse after they did an inspection

What I exhibit, seems to be non-contagious yet anybody can get it

Aw shit I did it again, when I lit with this pen, I admitted this phlegm

This time along side Em and the Em

So tell a friend to tell a friend, write a disgusting hook

Jump in shark water and swim, yo where the f-ck is Crook?

[Verse 4 – Crooked I]

I´m right here letting the shotty pop

Quick as a karate chop, get your body shot, get your top chopped like a lollipop

Come with Maserati drop in the body shot

Get your mommy knocked, and your Uncle Tommy molli-wopped

I take your life to the 9th inning

A knife in a gunfight I love it me and my knife winnin´

I laugh when you fall the shit will be funny

I buy my bitch a new a-s and watch her sit on my money

Man all the bitches holla, they wanna drop my bridges than jaw my dick and swallow

Leave drawers in this Impala, I ball like Iguidala,

I bear more arms than 6 koalas

As soon as a I draw get sent to Alaba

I kill with the tongue, I’m Atilla the Hun, I’m Genghis Khan, I’m a genius spawn

I pillage your village for fun, And genius gun, a syllable gun

Real as they come, Long Beach Sadan

Slaughterhouse equals swine flu

As I fly we do what you try to do without trying

´Cause to us it’s so easy, where, jump-off Joe Beezy