Slaughterhouse - Chopping Block lyrics

Rap niggas back on the chopping block
Come out that house
Back to yo mom and yo papa spot
Back to the county
Back to three hots in a hostel cot
Come out the colossal rocks back
To your fossil watch
My life is foul sometimes I wish
I could write this down
To keep your wife from screaming out Jesus
Christ she can bite the towel
She receiving pipe from the nicest
My mic is Riker's Isle
My mind deep as minin' for diamonds
I raise MacGyver brow
I'm five minutes from perfect timing I'm
Like the price is down a highroller
Cairo'ed like I'm Chyna and Tyga child
Mighta fucked one of you
Silver medalists wifey but
I can't fight you 'cause you


Might adjust my Midas touch
I can't believe I just sat
Back and told that lie
I put this Tec back and give
You a gold black eye, blaow
If I give a nigga a
Shiner consider the shit designer
I slaughter militant rhymers, hold up
My nigga Nottz on the beat
Somethin' sneakerheads usually leave in the
Box on the feet, hold up
That's right
Rappers back on the chopping block
Either fact is a Papa Doc's
Back to your proper spot we are not friends
We just connected dot to dot
Stomp you till you feel like you
Living in Waka Flocka's sock
I could box, that's why niggas opt to not
Money wide in my pocket mocking
That Hasim Rahman knot
I philosophize, social stylist
Them shit's so timeless
This should be fossilized
Y'all just lie, y'all just falsify
Y'all should be ostracized
Y'all should not be allowed to run alongside
My whip with the ostrich eye
Come out your house without your pride
A coward dies a thousand deaths
Tells a thousand lies
You see them lames? Tell
'em that I'm contracted
A killer on a powder high
Game 7, Lebron clapping, i'll have your
Spinal column out of your body
Right by you and
Your bodyguard looking like lasagna
And cottage fries
Retire or apologize, or die
You looking right in the fire
Tryna be hot as me or tryna see eye to eye
Obviously, honesty's not your policy

I'm two seconds from smacking somebody
Face hard as hell
And I know that he listening
But the way shorty neck is positioning
While she spitting in the hole of my dick
Makes that other pussy not worth it
I put my foot in yo' ass
With all my old verses
Its like my sole purpose is
Giving my soul's purpose
I don't start but I finish
You with a earth nap
E'rbody I turned into ashes
Believe they earned that
Skip rap, let's talk real people
To this day I die laughing with
Niggas who really kill people mask, gloves
And empties that would conceal diesel
Black snub that empty until
They seal-freeze you
Dice game with the re-up
In lobbies where they never mopped the pee up
Turn that MOP up
Every night mom's praying that they
Ain't mopping me up
I'm up top getting mop from Mia, mama mia
Now as far as the bars varying, I'm barbarian
He-Man, Hanna-Barbera action figure
Arms stiffer than Shawn Marion
When he ball-carrying
Oh man, we in slaughter mode, Paul Rosenberg
Pallbearers and Em
Who'd be left if the social media era died?
Shit, I blew checks before I was verified
I know the Dre that did beats
Before the Dre that did Beats
Bloggers'll beat on my meat if Detox leak

Rap niggas back on the chopping block
Kill 'em before they body rot
I use they bodyparts to paint a Basquiat
Really I'm saving you
Your label's raping you
Transforming your anus like an Autobot
Assfucking a Cosmonaut
You prolly like it but keeping it lowkey
Bottom lock you hit rock bottom and go
Get your bottom rocked
I'm just tryna stop you like my
Father was tryna stop me
Then his condom popped
Crooked was born to defeat the odds a lot
I really don't understand why
These imposters are popular
I'm confused like seeing my Jewish
Homie rocking a swastika
During Hanukkah 'stead of rocking his yamulka
While Stevie Wonder gawking
At Rihanna's exotic
Erotic body through the wrong side
Of some top dollar binoculars
It's obvious, somebody gotta be mocking us
None given, I'm out of fucks, uh
I been on another level since
I came into the industry
Still the illest spitting
Getting rid of powder puffs
You coward are out of luck
You Howards know how to duck
40 caliber loud as fuck, for now it's tucked
What? Rap niggas back on the chopping block
Give this bitch the biz, Markie
I beatbox a lot she just want a confidant
Her man want a problem? Stop
His days'll be numbered like a calendar
That's the caveat
Any given Thursday you gon' get
With the church play
Holy organs, I mean it in the worst way
With the llama I'm a farmer
I'm outstanding in my field
My skill is a dead giveaway if you will
Now that's wordplay i'm from the era of gang
Culture and crack smoke
I rap dope 'cause that was an
Escape for poor black folk
2Pac told us all America eats it's babies
Since I been in a Mercedes my
Ladies relate to that quote
Upset, veins popping out of her neck
She give me mad throat
She a head doctor minus the lab coat
And when it come to
Being an incredible spitter, my nigga
I'm Eminem's negative picture, black GOAT
I'm nice, cuz

Yeah, rap niggas back on the chopping block
Same goal when niggas was
Bumping Scott LaRock
Same goal though niggas swear you shocking
Jock
Screaming "What's popping Ak'?" Red beam
Cocking shots
With that said, no proceeding, gimme lethal
And it could be onsight before
A nigga even see you
That's ride by, dash off and we laugh
I changed up for the future
My mask was off in the past
I heard your album
All sound like filler to me
That's why I'm asking how they iller than me?
It's getting hot, you can feel the degrees
I been as real as could be
Different me, same song, Bryson Tiller agrees
Who you know is an uncharted
Team parted with lean
And hit parks and bargain a dream
And step to the Carter regime
And wash Carhartt jeans, hard as it seem
Was all part of going bored
To some bars to barking
Beg for your pardoning
Your bothersome bar schemes matter fact
Who the fuck you know is harder than him?
Say the gang broke up, shit
It wasn't the gang fuck a verse
When it's family it just run in your veins
Joey

It go nickle
Happy to be back guys crook
Joell