Eminem, Slaughterhouse - Session One (Freestyle) lyrics

Ladies and gentlemen, make some noise!
Aw, shit! yeah
You ready to get this shit started or what?
Aight, well
I brought some friends with me too

Now I ain't back just for the
Sake of just sayin' 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 'til I yack
Jack Daniels and 'gnac (Woo)
Burp bubbles, attitude's immaturin', double
Shot of Bacardi, party
Vision is blurrin' woah-ho i can't see shit
My words get to slurrin' uh oh!
You can call me R kelly now
You're in trouble!
What's occurrin' before, after
And durin' the show
Has no bearin' on the bad news I'm bearin'


Woah what is it, wordplay? No
I'm pushin' you out the do'
So suck my dick on the couch
If you wanna cushion the blow
Now stomp your fuckin' feet 'til you
Get to squishing a ho
It's pandemonium, standing o when
You see him, oh
Damn, baby, you look good
You're givin' me wood
You should pull over like a
Sweatshirt wit' a hood (Woo)
It's neck work, get our polly on
You and me both
Break bread while I'm coppin' over this
Game to pinch a loaf now, homie
Who's your favorite pain in the
Ass? Who claims to be
Spittin' 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 Jawbreaker in half!
So stop fakin' the funk and
Start shakin' your ass
Slaughterhouse in the house with
The Caucasian of rap
And Just Blaze on the track
What the fuck's more amazin' than that
Slut? Answer me that! Royce, where you at?

I'm right here, Fire Marshall
Verbal pair of pliers, i pry apart you
Lump on your head designed by a barstool
(Come on) designed by a cartoon
Before I need to be hired, Jimmy
I'll fire Marshall (Woah)
The 9 tucked against the linin'
I pull it out and flip your partner upside
Down like y'all are a couple 69ing (Ha)
It's like Rick James is
Shootin' up your house, nigga!
Fuck yo' couch, nigga! You screamin'
"Fuck the world!" with your middle finger up
While I'm over here shovin' my dick
In a hole in the mud
My bitch know I'm perfectly fit for murder
Because I murdered her
So you can call me Nicole to O j to Glove
(Woo) i got a posse of insane clowns
Blow your brains on your opposite ear and
Ask you how your brain sounds
Bad, Evil, we go Alfred E neumann
Mad cerebral, you on your last burrito!
(What that mean
Nickel?) It's a wrap if you eatin'
Get a beat, then terrorize that bitch like
I'm Middle Eastern
Slaughterhouse on fire, nobody touchin' that
Good day and good night! Ortiz, yo
Where the fuck you at? (Yaowa)

I'm right here in my Nike Airs
Buzz Light-years (Uh)
Ahead of my mic peers
(yeah) , 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 nice wear (Ah)
It's type weird 'cause that made
Me hotter than my dear (Uh)
Uncle Al's breath after polishin'
Off his ninth beer (Haha)
Homie, chill, listen, I swear
I'm god, I give tracks a Holy feel
And they bite ears (Ow)
I'm right here
Why wouldn't I be? Just waiting
To be hooked to IV
As Mumm-Ra's well, when you look at my pee
(Ew) 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 (Nah)
This won't go away with penicillin injections
(Tss) millions of questions arose after
They did an inspection, what I exhibit
(What?) seems to be non-contagious yet
Anybody can get it (Ow)
Aw shiddit, I did it again
When I liddift this pen
I emitted this phlegm
This time it's alongside Edeminem (Haha)
So tell a friend to tell a
Friend write a disgusting hook (yeah)
Jump in shark water and swim! Yo
Where the fuck is Crook?

I'm right here, lettin' the shotty pop
Quick as a karate chop
Get your body shot, get your top chopped
Like a lollipop
Call it Maserati drop, in the body shop
Get your mommy knocked and
Your Uncle Tommy molli-wopped (yeah)
I take your life to the ninth innin'
A knife in the gunfight, I love it
Me and my knife winnin'
I laugh when you fall, the shit'll be funny
I'll buy my bitch a new ass and
Watch her sit on my money (Yo)
Man, all the bitches holla they
Wanna drop my britches
Then jaw on my dick and swallow
Leave drawers in this Impala
I ball like Iguodala
I bear more arms than six koalas (Uh)
As soon as I draw, get sent to Allah
Bilinguist don, 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
An egregious con
A syllable gun, real as they come
Long Beach Saddam! (Brrat)
Slaughterhouse equals swine flu
Are South flying
We do it to try to do without tryin'
(Slaughterhouse)
'Cause to it's us it's so easy
Where's "Jumpoff" Joe Beezy?