Slaughterhouse - Onslaught lyrics

You dealin with a four headed monster
Y'all are John McCain
You can't lift your arms up these po ranhas
Live by a certain code of conduct
Fuck fly hoes and blow ganja
He a prophet, predict shit
The year 2029 is gon' be the apocalypse
Caused by the Apophis - me
I got it lock and key
Tell the labels we 'bout to
Go on a shoppin' spree
And if y'all don't wanna sign us, you corny
Tell your hoes swallow two of these nuts
And call us in the mornin'
We the answer, to the dance floor please
You gotta fuck us all bitch
You can't Or-tease
Budden, Crooked, Nickel, damn whore please
We up in this bitch like trans or see
We the Voltron crew
It's whatever your folks wan' do
We turn this bitch into SOCOM 2
I'm the best rapper alive
Lil Wayne's migraine jay-Z's headache
Touchin' what the lead ain't
Motherfuck your feelings
You don't know with what you're dealin'
Tryin to "ketchup", you mustard spillin'
I'm amongst hustlers killin'
Money stacks touch the ceiling
What a fuckin' feelin'
You will never feel, you will never sell
You can't see me, feel me
They should use my knuckles
Instead of Braille
I walk with the toast - feelin like
How the fuck is talk is cheap? Talk
Is what's gon' cost you the most
I'm the one really yo
I'm the gun spark like Omilio
You a J-Hood done video
That ain't a diss so please don't diss me
The mag' barrel longer than the G's on 50
I tell a bitch click your heels
Twice and ease on with me
This is the life we gone

I ain't with the leanin' and rockin'
That ain't even seen as a option
Nigga as a teen I was mobbin' stick him up
If it's in his jeans then I'm robbin
Mayne, walk around like the
Thing get to cockin' (what?)
But I ain't even tryna be
Seen when it's poppin'
You ain't seen hoppin 'til you
Seen with a rocket
Pull up, lookin' real clean in the drop and
(nigga) i ain't hit the bing or a cot since
Dog, tell your whole team ya cannot win
'Til they make some type of vaccine
I'm a problem
I don't sleep on a soul, got that wrong
(nigga) even Ben Vereen can get tapped on
Clapped on, mashed on, like MO
My MO is Rambo, ammo
Got money now so there's marble on the handle
On wax so let's beef with no candles
Dismantled, click, bam!
Got some shit your man won't with-stand
(nigga) i make the hood like VIP
Now you can't even get in
Without a wrist band i'm just, bland
Learn when you walk with your head too
High is when shit hit's the fan
Damn, Grant Hamblin, grand tamperin'
In two bars I'll send your mans scramblin'
Now how it feel to throw
Punches and can't land 'em?
Or be powerless while you can't stand 'em
And treat Comp like Richard Simmons
Behind closed doors the boy
Gon' manhandle him
Get out paced 'til you out the race
If you worried about your face, about face
(nigga)
Cause, if you ain't all about your papes
Then nigga you a transgender, all outta place

When I face off
Picture a thug missin' his mug
Any particular stick in the mud could
Get hit with a Scud missile
'til he's, drippin' ridiculous blood if you
Rather stick to the fists and the gloves
Then you, gettin' hit on
More than the prettiest bitch in the club
Nigga I'm itchin to bug!
Itchi'n like a syphilis dick
Itchin' like the skin of a bitch
Addicted to drugs, just to hit you with slugs
I did it because I wanted to!
Shoot you in back of your head
Right in front of you
That's what the gun'll do
All I do is son ol' niggas on the W
All I do is make all newcomers come anew
I ain't lyin', sir
You ain't gotta watch Tim Duncan jump
To see a flyin Spur
Bentley boy, no it's not "H to the Izzo"
But I push buttons like Jay shoulda did Joe
People's choice, the voice of my time
With Royce Da 5'9", we boys and night shine
I let Joell poison my mind
Grab a silencer and kill y'all
Noise with my 9
As Spalding balls'll get tossed in the hoop
Pierce from Boston explains how often I shoot
I'm a Molotov crossed with a nuke
See I swallow liquor bottles 'til they hollow
Then I crawl in the booth
I'm the truth, polygraph Crooked
You prolly have a cardiac heart
Attack when I autograph bullets
Mo' caskets - put so much bread on your head
When my gunners are done, man they owe taxes
Bow legged, knock-kneed, one irregular shoe
And you supposed to be steppin' to who?
Tell 'em All Crooked came for war
The best ever on the West
Unless your last name's Shakur

Just be easy buddy, relax
Please don't have me bloody my axe
Or revvin' my chainsaw to
Sever your brain off
With no concentration I'm better than Adolf
Never been laid off, forever put in work
As beats and skeets I fucked every bitch
That said I was a jerk
Heh, it's like you cuter
When you word maneuver
Got every dot-com in my palm and I
Don't know how to work computers
Yeah it's true, Slaughterhouse
I know you heard the rumors
That's new but '02 e'ry verse was ruder
Than you worthless losers
So we formed a four alien alliance
Just dyin' to earth intruders
E'rybody's a president
Bunch of Herbert Hoovers
If what I said had legs
It could burn a cougar speakin' of burn
I'm Hip-Hop sixty shots of Henny on the rocks
You're eggnog with a squirt of Kahlua
Can't lie, it's mad fun bein' zoned
My flow is straight
Yours slant like Gumby's dome
Lotta guys don't want me on
But as long as I get in a spot with my fists
My gun be home i will beat you dudes like
You stole from moms
In an audience at shows I just fold my arms
I'm so disappointed in you new rap guys
I'm like no! C'mon, how'd he do that? Why?
Oh, no, he diggity do that doe
"I'm MC so-and-so
Where's my ringtone dough?"
See that ain't gon' cut it long as I'm around
That goes for every person
Place or thing that describes a noun
It's J-O-E double what I never take
Whoever feel they could give me my
First one then set a date
I'll Be There like a young Mike Jack'
Hip-Hop prayed and God gave Pun right back