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letra de slaughter session - slaughterhouse

[verse 1: royce]
if any one of you players in here oppose me
i’ll tear your season apart like d. rose’s knee
call me the original gangster – o.g.
i’ll split your head to the white meat – poultry
that’s why my legacy starts where your era begins
i’ve taken over this franchise like jeremy lin
y’all n-gg-s buyin’ your own alb-ms, you pay to sell
who dares to compare an alpha to a beta male?
you lames ain’t as hot as me, look the other direction
i’ll turn your brain to cottage cheese like some b-tt injections
baby, that naval piercing just ain’t gon’ work
if your f-ckin’ stomach lookin’ like some balled-up homework
i’m the flyest n-gg- flyin’ here… pioneer
try me here, you’re dying here
i am where the guided… where the iron, where?
it’s only just, me and tony touch
sippin’ patron out a styrofoamy cup

[verse 2: crooked]
50 emcees, how many fans can tony touch?
special hoes call us t-st-cl-s, they know we nuts
i’m the opposite of h-rny sl-ts – i don’t give a f-ck
when it come to shootin’, i’m kobe klutch
put ’em on mute when they know the boss is speakin’
our alb-m’s comin’ out before it’s supposed to
that’s how i leave ’em leakin’
p-ssy, you tampon – i’m in san juan
with some puerto ricans that’ll merk you in church
and ignore the deacon
i’m the god of the west coast
a lot of n-gg-s rappin’ over there, i’m the best, though
house gang… escrow, n-gg-, my neck glow
like odin’ on c-ke, you’ll get the death blow
i run these emcees like master j
don’t get it backwards like paul revere
rest in peace mc eiht
aks, semis and long clips, i’m from long beach
eastside, the city of crips, cous’

[verse 3: joell]
you are now tuned in…
man, i hope you’ve been tuned into the most influential
beat-ruining human being on fluid
puerto rican speakin’, check me out with the… movement
i’m mr. everybody’s favorite line
mr. unofficial remixer – hop on there and make it mine
mr. stage ripper, send that grip and ain’t a place and time
mr. never front on the hood – no mercedes sign
mr. no missus, just dope b-tches takin’ fine licks of mine
from-behind stick it ’til they taste the slime
i’m so gangster, prissy chick don’t wanna f-ck with me
…like i care, if it’s weave in your hair, i’ve got trees and a beer
meet me in the stairs
but be careful, ’cause last time you got pee on your gear
i’ll never change ’cause i touch cake
f-ck crushed grapes
give me dutch papes and a touch tape, f-ck-face

- slaughterhouse

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