Slaughterhouse - Offshore lyrics

They say the tongue is the perfect weapon
All I hang around nowadays
Is verse perfection
I knew these three niggas for
Years but when they each
Get in that booth they
Make a first impression
Time and time again I just want them
To rhyme again on some fan shit
I used to rock Boom in the hoopty on
The Van Wyck with my man Vic, rest his soul
Before I had a clue what Joe was like
I used to cop Clues just to
Hear what Joe would write
Novel Used to tell me
Me and Crooked sounded so alike
An '07 XXL shoot, he came over
Like "I'm Crook", I'm like "Oh, hi"
Pleasure to meet you brother
Seven years later I'm like wow I met
My brother on the freshmen cover


We saw the world together
Back of that bus fucking girls together
Got home and broke up with our girls together
Homie this is special
Y'all rescued me from special
Forces back home forced to wear a 38 special
Cause none of 'em jam ya'
Summer jam was cool but we hung in Japan
I don't think y'all niggas truly understand
I used to think my only way out of
The hood was through the number man
Get drunk and pop shit about running the can
Damn a whole lot to look forward to
Papi I was going through
What any other thorough nigga in
My hood was going through
The G Code I know it's true
You throw at every one of them
Niggas before they throw at you
Back then I thought that made me real
Listening to myself now that shit
Just gave me chills man
Cause I'd have missed this bus
I mean this private jet no middle
Seat cause it's just us shiit'
All of this cause, I can spit?
It's crazy how this get when
You can say that shit
For the haters being a bitch like
He ain't making no grip
I just bought my lady a
Whip without a radio hit, bitch
I'd rather talk to you niggas
Cause really it could be on the way
I'm offin' you niggas feel me
So lets just leave it at that
Cause if I decide to crumble paper
It ain't to rewrite raps
I got shooters on retainers that would
Bring me your medulla in containers
Please be on your cool behavior homey
And let's just leave it at that
I know I said that shit before
But I'm trying to save y'all from a war

Yeah you know how you got a Godmother
I got a God grandmother
Attie May Johnson man I just got
The phone call tonight that she-
She passed away man, know what I'm saying
She went to the other side
Attie May I still got that Brut cologne
You bought for me for my birthday
I love you let me holler

I was opening up a can of
Spam putting ketchup on fake meat
Still thankful though cause so many
Hungry nights I ate sleep
Talking to my cousin before I dropped
Him off in Grape Street he said
"Crook who we gotta kill to
Get you a Dre beat?
Cause I don't wanna' see you on this
Ratchet shit these niggas is on
And how come niggas don't pick up the phone
For you to get on a song?" i said
"probably cause I'ma pick 'em apart as soon
As I get in the zone"
And I definitely didn't condone dick riding
So I did it alone
Industry don't want a real nigga
To creep in, fuck it, i'ma sneak in
And fuck going back to that book
Store I used to sleep in
My homie let me stay on Saturday and Sunday
I used to be homeless like The Weeknd
Same three outfit's switching them shit's
Till the week ends
Drowning in my sorrows drinking till I'm
Sinking in the deep end
Made myself a promise I'ma be
The one in the end
With these rehabilitation bars I'ma clean
'em up with the pen
Then my problems gonna be over and solved
They finally let me in the damn
Door now I hope it revolves
Let me out of this mother fucker
Too many corny ass bitch ass
Kiss ass punk ass buster ass fuck ass niggas
Faggots playing hide the salami
This is a snake business my nigga
And I ain't the swami n'aw
This is Crooked remember I rap
Circles around your favorite MC
While calling George Zimmerman a
Bitch on cable tv
In a racially profiled hoodie using BETs
Cypher just to push my agenda
I'm Dominick Wickliffe, I'm James' son
Even though he wore a condom I busted through
It I can't forget where I came from
I keep hearing that there's real niggas
In the game alright name some
All I know is rap's a circus
You're reaching again, y'all
Bleaching your skin
Y'all bastards searching
For plastic surgeons to make sure that all
Of your facial features are thin
You're turning Hip-hop to pop
You maggots singing again
Just snap your finger and spin
What the fuck you rapping for?
And motherfuck a Grammy
Just hand them bitches to Macklemore
I don't need you to tell me that
I'm more gifted then a Capricorn
Born before Christmas get it?
Y'all on some nonsense
And I'm the type to laugh soon as I hear
About Donald Sterling's bitch choking
On Magic's Johnson

(Let me get 'em Crook)
I'm cool, calm, collective, smooth
I come from using coupons with a
True mom with infectious views
Number one with you honour
And respect the rules
I'm five feet nine inches tall but boy
When I'm standing next to dudes
It's like I'm standing on a stepping stool
'Cept when I'm standing with
The wrecking crew
We can turn the tables if we
Could just make these records move
I know I know it's easier said then done but
Until the day that I'm done and dead
I'll be remembered by more shit
Being done then said
Listening to rap you gon' hear lies told
But not from me and not on this this one
Goes out to every bloggin'
Columnist around the globe
I want my rhyme flow solidified in time so
I gotta get on my grind bro
I'm thankful for the success that I have
With Em' but honestly he could've
Sold more records than that on his
Own in a blind fold
And all I'm picturing is my
Daddy with his arms folded
And looking at me with that look like
That's cool but get your own
Confidence breeds success when it's spoke on
Then Patron comes into play
Then it's postponed
For whatever reason Shady Records
Still believes in us
And whatever they see in us Interscope don't
Comments being made like "Niggas
Old and they pathetic"
Now how many times have
We proved niggas wrong?
And how many niggas you think gon'
Come out of them offices
And try to show up when we blow up?
Some are gon' even try to take the credit
While we was doing the album the
JUSTICE league manager was like
"Them niggas album ain't never coming out
Them niggas don't even like each other"
Well fuck the JUSTICE league manager
I would tell you to tell him I said
It but talk behind backs is for amateurs
Bitches, fake niggas, and punks
I don't know it all I just know how to ball
And go out and get eight figures in chunks
I'm a fucking warrior I'm a true survivor
Of having death at your door step
Drama in your foyer
That's probably why I looked at
That bottle like that's euphoria
When you an addict nobody gotta
Ask if you wanna'
Drink that habit will actually ask it for ya'
And that'll destroy ya' take it from a G
They call me a soul survivor
Cause my soul done floated
On to the crossroads
For change more than toll for drivers
I made my oldest a promise
To keep my balls off the net
And stay devoted to his Mama

(Let me get 'em Nickle)
Tell me what if this is big
As I'm supposed to be
I'd hate for that to get confirmed
Don't take the hope from me
Cause that's a deep threat
I mean I'd like to think that I ain't take a
Peek at my peak yet I got my feet wet
In '98 they said I was close to my death bed
Embalming fluid on my cig' it was a meth head
Was hard back then
Ain't have a car back then
Still in on Mase had me wishing I
Had TV's in the head rest
BIG's "Suicidal Thoughts" was
Getting him through
Would've took my life had I'd have known
Who I was giving in to
Mama screaming listen to rules if you
Gon live in this roof
In retrospect hidden jewel it helped
Me get in this booth
Now my notoriety trumping how incognito
I try to be even make my bitches keep it low
They on their Nya Lee
I don't trust none of these hoes
Sad part is I'm such a tortured soul
I had that thought when I proposed
Suited up ring in my hand while in
My head I'm saying fuck this bitch
Makes sense that she was thinking
Even less of me
Got ruined in my youth when the first
One got the best of me
When she said she'd never leave then she
Left fuck y'all expect of me
That resentment only had me fucking
Different bitches different weeks
But most of them was bad
That made it bitter sweet
Those are growing pains call it paying dues
She killed a nigga then birthed one
All with the same move
We could hit the hookah spot and do a dinner
But thanks to my baby mother I'll
Bust anywhere but in her
Cause a baby for her is just
A problem I'll be stuck with
Like what gives so n'aw I ain't
Arrogant but my nut is
I'm scarred happened years ago
I'm still effected
If she suck and a swallow then
She'll get high it's pill infested
500 proof laced with addict deficiencies
But accent in my son
Another owed to inconsistency
Ugh' looking at all my life's typos
Just trying to remove the
Fat provide the lipo'
Two words for my enemies: die slow
Full-time pyros'
We do this with our eyes closed

Word up man one more time for
The half wit's and the simpletons
It go two words for my enemies die slow
Full time fuck it word
La slaughter, La Familia
Ya' know what I mean
No matter what we ride, so lets ride