Slaughterhouse - Back The Fuck Up lyrics

What the fuck are you looking for?
Can't a young nigga get money anymore?
Can y'all bums get funny anymore?
Can my life get sunny anymore?
Back the fuck back 'fore I fuck you up
Ay! Back the fuck back 'fore I fuck you up
You better back the fuck back
'fore I fuck you up (Slaughterhouse)

I came, I saw i conquered, I'm a monster
Back the fuck back 'fore I fuck you up
You better back the fuck back
'fore I fuck you up

Feeling like the greatest
Motor City's finest
My crew looking Jamaican
I'm rolling with the grinders
They calling me old head
But so what the car's young
I set the bar with the bars


Even though I'm bar none
Hot car, top's off, hot broad, rockstar
Watch not flawed turn y'all to
Watch dogs knock it off
I'm too pretty to fight, this gonna end fast
My clip long as Sinbad is when
It's on it's tenth blast
Fuck y'all radio play
Fuck y'all radio stations long as I'm paid
My lady built like a long legged alien
If it all ended today, I can honestly say
I performed and recorded with the greatest
Word on The Chronic to Dre
Now I'm as polished as Obama
Wiping down a diamond
With the ass of Diamond from Crime Mob
After she’s had a shiny Armani hind-job
I’ma be straight
And you can pick a rapper, any rapper
And line up the date
I’m in a zone where the fuck
Is the ref with the whistle?
Don’t gotta impress you, I just diss you
The press pretzels the issue
My homie Joey showed me the net
And I went and got me a gross net fiscal
I’ll stretch you like the tek
Is a Bowflex pistol so don’t bet
You would prefer me to be coming
With you like phone sex
With a sexy electrician whose next mission
Is to cut your buzz off
If you don’t rap right
I ain’t wrapped tight but I’m just that gift
"Crack piff, mac spit, Cadillac flips"
We can match whips, battle rap dick
I’d rather have an actress on my mattress
Who giving me brain so long
She don’t know jack shit
But how to do that dick
Fact shit confidence of a fat chick
Caught onto fashion from catchin bodies
At Saxs and Fifth
I came, saw, and I conquered, pig gang
Y'all talkin I’m chainsawing your tonsils

Out for lunch with my accountant
Back the fuck back down
To Chase doing counting
My bitch back the fuck back
It up when I’m pounding
Y'all funny style watching
Broke-the-fuck back-Mountain
Y'all tuned into the Slaughters
The group fathers hate
Cause we move in on their daughters
With shit news reporters
Holding their hand when they trying
To get interviews in order
That’s a chico stick mami
Come chew me I’m a quarter
Of the House Gang, call it the crib, mami
These niggas running trying to
Get in our seat, a bunch of Mitt Romney's
But I stand at the podium
With the fifth by me
Screaming out "Yes we can, open yo shit Papi"
I rap well so I’m a bit cocky
From Maxell blank tapes with the tissue
In it to disc copies
To downloads in one click, I’ll be
Still rhyming when music is telepathic you
Can come sit by me
I’ll stare at you with the rawest thoughts
CNN? Y'all think news
CNN? I think War Report
I say "Big L, " you say "weed"
I say Harlem’s boss
A legend I’m repping for him and
All that my sport has lost
Hip-Hop ain’t just a way of life
It’s all I know, it’s what fill up my kid’s
Cutty day and night
When it got soft, y'all conformed
Man I stand to fight
Y’all went Bathing Apes I went
Ape in my favorite Nikes
Back the fuck back bredren
I brought it back when rap was defective
Please don’t ask me no questions
Friend or foe, speak quick
Or I’ll put this foot back the
Fuck back where you leak shit

Jumped in my DeLorean
Hopped in a ratchet era
Basic hoes with reality shows
Bring back Ciara niggas fronting
Instagraming somebody's Panamera
Whack rappers ride to success
Smooth as Aloe Vera yes we're here
Cause the shit needs to switch
Like niggas is robbing the poor
Just to feed the rich
Overcrowding markets, artists need a niche
In Slaughterhouse, our niche is, "Bitch
We's the shit"
So chicks want the dick in their midsection
Do I pay for pussy? That's a trick question
Problem's I bench pressed 'em
I'm on some mirrors in the gym, shit
I'm in this bitch flexing
Get used to it, we're back
You dudes ruining rap
More than a few view it as fact
Crack your Pro Tools with a bat
What kind of stupid ass music is that
No question mark
It's simply rhetorical, I'm simply historical
And you call yourself an MC? You're horrible
I'm simply an oracle
The impact you feel when you hit
The ground kneeing the floor?
I'm on my "yes-yes y'all"
My soldiers don't eat in no mess hall
My mind state's anti-sex doll
I don't fuck with you fake pussies
Who I'm talking about: I said yes y'all