Slaughterhouse - Fight Klub lyrics

Ladies and gentlemen! Frequency, I present
The new fight club up in this bitch
(Slaughterhouse)
We go by the name of Slaughterhouse
And we outta here, only one rule
No rule, no rule

Joey, no rules, gunshots, no prob
No jewels, niggas say I got robbed
I'm still wearin my bling
And fuck first class
I fly standin on Virgin America's wing
Nuts hang, knockin down skyscrapers
Take a piss, make it rain
I'm the American dream (uhh)
Make it rain, I ain't Pacman Jones
Nigga, balls and my word all a black man owns

If you in that man's zone
How you figure to gain?
Can't bowl a 300 in another nigga lane
Better aim, you dealin with a 7-10 split

I've been nice since "227" man, shit
I am sick and I'm never gettin better
That's it
(Slaughterhouse) Give me somethin sharp
To sever that prick like a group broke up I
Will dismember that clique

I'm a veteran, remember that shit
We some internet rappers
Then why you on our internet dicks?
We'll be there when it's war callin
Either we high or we fly or the floor fallin
I'm a Tommy gun - it ain't no best
The rap game like a St
Louis versus New York battle, nobody won
A bunch of fuckin 2's and
3's like zone defense

Sighs Please get at dudes Ortiz
(nah, you beast 'em)
Hold up won't stop, can't stop, thank pops
Hard headed
Gotta hit a wall first like a bank shot
Get it clear - a cokehead's a thin line
Between friend or foe
Won't let this shit disappear
This fiscal year I'mma stay hot buzzin
With dudes that help me
Shoot like A-Rod cousin
Walk in my shoes and your feet get callous
From Jersey City to Caeser's palace
I speak with malice just to make
Sure the streets get salvaged
Real talk, where would all us be without us?
Slaughterhouse no fear - too many dudes
Tyson Chandler tried to leave they
Team and went nowhere

Like Tyson Chandler in the past
Niggas on some bullshit
Royce, tell Preme I got a full clip (whoa)
Niggas used to run when they saw Suge's face
Faster than Joey and Joell in a foot race
Now you ask me where the incident took place
Don't check the internet, check hood space
You dealin with some intelligent creatures
I don't touch guns, I draw with telekinesis
No fingerprints on Crooked's mag
I'm mixed with good and bad
Like the Goodfellas and Jesus
First Biggie and Jay made it
I'll leave a bandana at your murder
And make it gang related
The bitch at the Shonie's told me homie

Ortiz, I'm the one and only pick a spot
I pick apart you dudes who pick a part
This ain't a movie
I feel bad like lookin at a pic of 'Pac
Niggas hearts gettin sparked every time
I give a arc
To my wrist and it twists like a
Spliff when I'm sittin in the park
Tall corny niggas ain't makin a bigger mark
I'll boost drugs
What I does got 'em runnin to get a NARC
You guppies unlucky
You in a tank with a shark
Teeth crooked like my dog who
Just finished a vicious bark

Flick a dart through your top hat
Weak MC's you cannot rap Freq'
Where the drop at?
Now you mad at Tahiry cause
Your ass ain't famous
Get it nigga? Your "ass" ain't famous
Quit talkin 'bout me cause
Ya ass ain't dangerous
They call me Hustler because
My mag game heinous
Show up to Detroit thinkin
+Everybody Love+ you
And I'mma come and show you
That ya ass ain't +Raymond+
Dumbin every line - me fuckin bitches
Like the cops after a murder, they cummin
Comin every time
Shell-toes and Wissam jacket, the contractor
Still pushin elbows like a linebacker
And y'all playin - my worldwide bitches
On my worldwide watch
I call it the broadband

SLAUGHTERHOUSE! Y'all know what it is man
I know you got that "Padded Room", ow!
That motherfuckin "Free Agent" comin soon
"Street Hop"! yeah, hahaha
You mighta heard the rumors
They thought it was
Three quarters of the Slaughter left
Ha ha haha
I'm STILL HERE YOU MOTHERFUCKIN HATERS!
Yeah laughs ay, with friends like mine
You don't need enemies
BLAOW! You do the math
Let me drink this motherfuckin vodka
And tell you one thing
We outta here, OWWWWW! laughs
Ohhh, shiiiiiiiii-IT!