Slaughterhouse - DJ Green Lantern D.O.A." Freestyle Part 2 lyrics

My name's bizzing - I mean
Buzzing y'all get the drift
I will finish niggas' careers
With three fingertips
Three fingertips - thumb, index
And middle joint
Ones that support the pen that's
Finna begin the renaissance
It's safe to say I'm a one man restaurant
The chef, the waiter
The guest that's getting his menu on
I cook it, I serve it, I eat it, understand?
If it don't taste good
How can I feed it to my fans?
These niggas is cheating
Feeding you from a can
Without a seasoned beat
They weak - the meat'll be bland
The reason I am who I am cause my work ethic
Is similar to Helen Keller's
You could tell by my verse methods
First I hear a track
Try to see where I'm going
Then once I see where I'm going
That's when I listen back
And when I feel it's intact
I give the engineer dap
Walk in that booth and lay
That one take crack if rap was jail
You'd be the one they'd smack
On the Island like, "You whilin'
This is a one-way jack"
And you don't rock on slot
I had the block on lock
You'll be arguing all loud so the fucking
Cops could stop it before it pop
But stop it, if this gon' happen to will
Shouldn't have hopped in the car if
You couldn't handle the wheel
I went crazy with this gift, baby
I could get lazy
Go to sleep and get where I got to get safely
Mr ortiz may be the best
Thing that happens to Hip-Hop
Since out in the park in the mid '80s
Every time I pick a mic, all the lights dim
Ladies that ain't know me leave my show like
"I like him"
Fellas that ain't know me leave my show like
"That kid is tough" they'da said I'm great
But it's hard to relate to different stuff
I can't blame em though
They hear what they hear daily
I come once a blue moon
I'm what they hear rarely
A lot of my peers fear me
Change ain't easy to adapt to
Actually I honestly think I scare family
So: Dear Granny
Ain't nothin wrong with your grandson
Look at me all grown
Intelligent and handsome
But, it's a must I hold
This music shit for ransom
They owe me everything I'm demanding and some
Been on my grind since early '99
Or was it late '98? Fuck it
Either way it's my time
People say I define the true
Meaning of 'My goodness' i like that
That means nothing I write's bullshit
Not that I'd ever second guess my pen
Just need to hear that sometimes to
Remind me that I am him
The Hulk Hogan of flowing
The prayers and the vitamins
24 inch pythons that'll damage your iron chin
No I'm not brolic
But the powers that lie within
My pen and paper enable me
To change the environment
My pain'll make the rain
Triumph'll make the sun shine
Tornados when I'm angry
Hurricanes when it's crunch time
Blizzards when niggas thinking they hot
And the hail that symbolizes the impact
Of our album when it drops
And when this all stops
And you could feel a slight breeze
That means I'm at ease - you
Could sneak in your DVDs
And your lil' mixtapes
And your promos for the DJs but until then
Everything's slow-mo like a replay
This my first relay race
I'm the decathlon dapper don
I will lap you in a marathon
I'm a walking jewel - 24 karat arms
A platinum heart
And a diamond mind full of marijuan
And my kidneys probably house
The most precious stones
That's my fault - that liquor
Was never left alone
So til I rest on the throne
The game's in a time machine
The dial is set to Rome's ancient Terror Dome
I'm Maximus of this rapping shit
The mic is my sword
I take on an army of soldiers
Horses and carriages
And when they're laying there
Too injured to move
Give me the thumbs down and I
Swear I'll finish these dudes
How can I have mercy when first
Of all they ain't that worthy
Of positions they hold and I'll roast
Em - gimme that jersey!
I'mma guarantee a championship
It's going down like a
Methadone and Ambien mix
If rap was product on the street
You probably barely a six smoke my shit
You'd probably sell me ya family and shit
Like, "Yo, here's my sister
I'll pick her up on the first
Mattafact, take my niece too -
I just need another verse!
You got the best shit I've
Had in a little minute
Matta'fact, take my Grandmoms
Her cook game's exquisite"
I'm just joking but artists should
Get their wrists broken
For selling that garbage and tellin the fans
"Shit's smoking"
I know you're sick hoping I quit
But I never will
And even when y'all break out
I be the Benadryl
Just make sure that your return is short
Make sure fans ain't infected
With your allergic thoughts, nigga
My word is born
And my pride is a motherfucker
House on the hill is what
I promised my mother, fuckers
And she gon' get that

Crooked I's cold blooded like I
Got a Rick James degree
I'm so thuggish, switch lanes with me
I'm so thuggish, hoes love it, flip change
Live dangerously
Homie, you lames spit game for free
Yeah, I'm right this man writes his rhymes
Like his life's in a crisis
I'm twice as sick as Ms anne Rice is
I stand right up, holding the mic lifeless
You might like my concise preciseness
- it's like this
Cats came in this rap game and
Claimin' they gat aimin and crack slayin
Them niggas is actors like Matt Damon
Homie, my gat will slay men
You cat's say when then - bloawww
I roll up on ya block, then I blast
Cops fiending to ask
"Who shot you?" while you rock an oxygen mask
I hit the flack and then spazz
To the spot with the Glock
Locked in the stash spot
Got the Glock in the dash
My six cruise on big shoes, I'm a lit fuse
With sick views I got issues I misuse
Pistols, say we in combat
I spazz out like a crazy Vietnam cat
It's young Crooked
Yeah you had a leg then my pump took it
Now you Hip-Hop cuz you one-footed
I lick shots, drop become bullets
I leave scenes sicker than Hitchcock
News won't even run footage
I comes hooded just like a Grim Reaper
Slim keep a nine double m heater
I creep in the streets
Deep in the seats of a Jeep
Beatin' new releases through ten speakers
It gets deeper
I'm bringin' that Long Beach feeling back!
Catch me on the east side where
All of my killers at
But my enemies don't wear a Raiders
Saints or Steelers hats
They wear a badge, nigga - how real is that?
No matter what
Ghetto life is still in my veins
If you poverty living
I know you feeling my pain
I'm still sick in the brain
Skills spit with such meticulous game
Shoot ridiculous like Nicholas van Exel
Guess who's sexin' your stepdaughters?
A nigga who could draw Glocks
Better than sketch artists
Now when I walk in the club, hug ya ho
Hustlas know
I'm Nutso with the thugster flow
Everything is open, nothing is closed
Magazines throwing Slaughter on the
Cover to pose look at Young Poppy - cocky
Never sold one copy
Guns cocked, Rocky, please, come stop me!
So and so is cool, what's-his name is ehh
Homeboy is ok, Slaughterhouse is crack
That's my word, that's what's heard
Act absurd, you cats get served
I rap disturbed
I'm closin' doors with the quickness
I'm pokin' hoes in the Poconos
Hopin you don't poke ya nose in my business
Haters, scopin those from the friskers
Relentless foes get a broken
Nose for persistence
Absolutely, niggas bringin gats to shoot me
Even watchin you fuckin wacks actin goofy
Disguised as groupies, that's a doozy
What's that bulge under my
Shirt? That's an uzi, excuse me
I'm just here on Sirius to spray targets
Don't make me leave a nigga
Dead on Green's gray carpet
You niggas ain't fuckin with
Me are they Lantern? A nigga so high I think
That I could see Saturn
Listen to the funky ass speech pattern
After I finish rapping, ask yourself
"Does the beat matter?"
It don't matter, niggas'll all shatter
I'll spray your fuckin mind data
All over your sweater oh- what?