Royce da 5'9", Slaughterhouse, Mélanie Rutherford - The Warriors lyrics

Check the scene boppers
Slaughterhouse, still standing
There was a murder last night
And the shit didn't really sit right with me
So I had to tell a story, ohh, baby!
Blood on the walls, street life

America's worst nightmare
Ahead by light years
Hip hop's only shining star
In the night's air
Right here, don't fight fair, what I write
Yeah might there
Throw 'em off like they Bobby Knight's chair
I been where you tryna be, I'm already hot
All about cake
Betty Crock' and spit ready rock
They know my bar came venom in a bezzie rock
Kicks from Fight Club
Outfit from Eddie Brock
I'm going for the kill
Focused on a steady plot
John Wilkes the Booth like when he
Dead aimed his nezzie shot
You listening to hip hop's finest
You rewind this, Slaughterhouse behind this

I like rap, this shit is cool
I'm better than mad niggas
But I'm just as good a crack
Pitcher as a pad ripper
I say that to say this, don't let mad liquor
Turn me to a bodybag zipper
And not a ad-libber
Couple joints ago I was right
On that ave with ya
Mad bigger than the catch David
Tyree had last winter
I'm not a made-up character
That's a Puerto Rican Brooklynite
With two kids y'all see in them mag pictures
And however I gotta feed 'em I will
All they ever gon' need in life is just
Me and my will
Interfere with that it's gon' be more
Than a beat that I kill
Disrespect with an indirect and you
Will see if I'm real

Fuck you blood-sucking parasites
I'm bringing the terror right in
Front of your parents' sight
You parents' eyes and yeah
I wear a pair of pipes
I wear 'em like cellulite on a pair of thighs
I'm Eric Wright, I'm Ruthless, I terrorize
You'll either perish or be paralyzed
I'm a thousand degrees Fahrenheit
I'm even keeping them heaters when we perform
On stage rocking like we from Korn
The people roar
What they don't know it's a secret war
Inside of a rider I'm seeking revenge
On the world for bein born!
And the desert eagle is mi amor
She'll fuck you to death
Blow your brains, either or cause she a whore

Allow me to reassure your stripe's worthless
Like a pair of Diadora's when
It leaves the Adidas store
Don't be comparing us to rappers
Compare us to the Arabs, this
A terrorist attack, uh, boom!
Lord have mercy
We here to destroy everything
You niggas is butter in front
A fucking machete swing
Mothafucka I'm fly, I ain't no scary goon
Try me and I guarantee you
I'mma see you very soon
Leave a nigga ass out like Prince
Take his bitch put my Graffiti Bridge right
Under Her Cherry Moon
We notorious, pushing them Porsches
Y'all niggas the orphans –
Us? We the warriors

Ohh, wait a minute boppers
Royce, slow it down baby

This rap shit is a workout on my legs
A nigga going hard on his bike but too
Many dudes is jumping on the pegs
They know when that raw shit get recorded
Either let your speakers enforce it or
Lay down in a moshpit
Of course it's the bosses
Acting like orifices
Running in these corporate offices
Hungry looking for a four-course dish no
Matter what the cost is
Like the world's lawless so we
Don't know what remorse is
Cause the V need like a thousand horses
Slaughterhouse hoodie on
That's my new couture shit
It's Jumpoff! He be the best
Computers rank me number one, blame the BCS
It's they fault

Ask about your boy, I'm nice with my hands
Maybe that's why
Every last thing I write is a jam
Minus the fans, the flights to Japan
I am the man
Anyone who feel they could see me is
In dire need of a eye exam
My mind expands wider than the
Fanbase of a fire band
And what I release from my diaphragm
Sticks to you like the wrists of Spiderman
Fool a average listeners
What you liars can do but you will die a scam
When I die they will retire my entire hand
For years of scripted whoop-ass
Making intruders try a can
I guess the moral of the
Story is Joell's victorious
And everything's all gravy like Notorious

I left a nigga dead cause he
Said he was ready for I
Let the Beretta give him wings since
He said he was fly i'm in my Chevy riding to
"Bar Exam" and "Mood Muzik"
They the closest to "Reasonable Doubt"
And "Ready to Die" crooked I
Watch for snitches and wire devices
My 4-5th, fire in crisis
Lift you higher than prices
All my ice, and on the mic, I am the nicest
Me and my bitch ride for
Life like Osirus and Isis
Yeah, word to Run-DMC i'm
Tougher Than Leather-face
Never threw a gun in the trash
But they call me Weapon Waist
It's like you moving from the
Projects to the Hamptons
The way my hammers be sending
Bastards to a better place

Let me set it straight
They fans been led astray
Niggas keep gassing with guns
With unleaded spray
They don't know they one flow, one medic away
From being taken away from here
In the leaded state
I handle all of my serious issues with metal
I stick you so deep in the earth
Your zipper can tickle the devil
I'm skipping the pick and the shovel
I'm picking you up
And I'm shoving your head in the
Mud 'til your kickings is level
Pardon I live for the moment
You rhymin I give the atonement
Like the Indians
I scalp and I wig the opponent
But I'm a chief, matter fact I'm a beast
I'm a mothafuckin' Slaughterhouse G, boom!