Slaughterhouse - Sound Off lyrics

You herbs, we merged, we're an alliance
We fight fire with flamethrowers
Why would you try us?
We a outfit, equivalent to Voltrons
That boy Crooked I's equivalent to four arms
Joell Ortiz is the body
The cannibal-slash-killer: kill you
Then eat your body
Joe Budden is the pair of legs
He run shit, alongside I, the apparent head
I am the general, bow now fuck saluting
I don't really think y'all niggas get it
Run up on you with an army
It is on 'til it's done, finished
You got a problem with any
One of my Slaughters
Then y'all niggas can come with us
Me and Joey, we a perfect
Fit, he like startin' shit
I like endin' shit
I don't squash the beef, I don't bend a bit


It ain't intricate
I'm gon' shoot your stupid ass
You choose to laugh, you gon' die smilin
Try wildin' i get hostile, then I'm violent
I don't make threats, nigga, I promise
My style is Stalin mixed with sick lyrics
If you hear it, it'll lift your spirit
Turn your appearance to a disappearance
When I d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-ding!

I fuck with nothing but gangstas
Nothing but hustler niggas, sound off
Sound off (Hut)
I fuck with nothing but my clique
Nothing but hot shit, follow me, sound off
Sound off (Hut)
I fuck with nothing but gangstas
Nothing but hustler niggas, sound off
Sound off (Hut)
I put my money on my clique
Hot shit coming out of the barrel of my fif'

I got a raw flow, and I stay hungry more so
Guess that's why I'm the torso
I pour sweat when I perform shows
What I record goes down as the best
But the vets won't let that torch go
Y'all can keep it, they got flashlights now
And flamethrowers and I got one on my
Back right now "Remain focused"
That's what I tell myself now and then
Don't wanna go back to that
Block like where Varejao defends
Uh oh, my stomach growls again
I ain't none of you cowards' friends
Every human out of my sight
Before I count to ten (Woo)
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Eight i'm hungry like I never ate (Rrrrrr)
Set a table up with knives, forks, and spoons
I'm 'bout to get a plate
All these weak dummies lookin' yummy
Like a pepper steak
Me and these streets'll never separate
We ain't married
Yeah, but every time I touch a pen
I sorta set a date
I'll devastate your career, look
I'ma demonstrate let me get a good breath
I take before I regulate
Okay, bye bye, you guys
Don't try to rhyme 'cause line for line
What I design is mine
And my point is: I'm divine
And I'm right behind
The big guy that shines all the light in mine
So my eyes can find a nice dime to grind
Come here, girl toma, toma, take that
Take that!

I fuck with nothing but gangstas
Nothing but hustler niggas, sound off
Sound off (Hut)
I fuck with nothing but my clique
Nothing but hot shit, follow me, sound off
Sound off (Hut)
I fuck with nothing but gangstas
Nothing but hustler niggas, sound off
Sound off (Hut)
I put my money on my clique
Hot shit coming out of the barrel of my fif'

You rappers chasing popularity by any means
Doing silly things
Buying too many size 20 skinny jeans
The West treat me like I'm really king
I'm Pacquiao in the Philippines
Illest thing them niggas seen
You rappers dressing like you
Finna sing "Billie Jean"
I gotta intervene fuck you, I'ma intervene
You loud talking wouldn't kill a thing
Matter of fact, where's your head
Nigga? I got the guillotine
Fuck your Hollywood limousine
And rented bling
I give you three red dots and
I call it a triple-beam
I'll put your pad on your property, fag
Properly rob you and hop in the Jag
If you stopping the profit
The Glock'll be popping
Your body'll rock a colostomy bag
Shot in the abs, moms'll be
Sad, pops'll be mad, doctor be glad
Possibly stopping the plasma dropping
Clock running out and the outcome bad
Any one of you niggas that fuck with my team
Pretty-ass thing with the infrared beam
Sleep on that and get killed while you dream
Fuck a rap group, Slaughterhouse a machine
Slaughterhouse a regime
I'm gooned up if you know what I mean
Everybody wanna be down with the king
N-N-N-N-No-Fly Zone

I fuck with nothing but gangstas
Nothing but hustler niggas, sound off
Sound off (Hut)
I fuck with nothing but my clique
Nothing but hot shit, follow me, sound off
Sound off (Hut)
I fuck with nothing but gangstas
Nothing but hustler niggas, sound off
Sound off (Hut)
I put my money on my clique
Hot shit coming out of the barrel of my fif'

My one goal's to astonish
Tell the President, VP
(You could) notify the Congress
They say I'm arrogant, pompous
But I'm honest i tell 'em
"Keep an accomplice away
From the accomplished"
They still making threats on Your Highness
But I tell 'em where I be
They just ignore the compass
I think all your mans Play-Doh
I don't buy that movie, "Fandango
" fans they know that, what!
You a soldier to a general, baby steel
Got it in the bag, airtight, Navy SEAL
Tell lil' dudes, I ain't mad at y'all
College kids like Asher Roth
Y'all just trying to put food on the table
Well, I'ma just come and try snatch it off
If it ain't for me
Most young dudes'd be angrily (Whoa, whoa)
But anxiously awaiting bankruptcy
Wonder what makes lil' motherfuckers think
They're the same as me
I'm synchronized, you and your mans'll die
Learn certain shit you ain't meant to try
Got the ground covered with
Some niggas in disguise
Best bet's to attempt to fly
Shit's a gang, you down, you in for life
Fuck y'all, I ain't gotta generalize
Y'all ain't able to write
What the pen describes
So when he ask what I meant and why
I tell him

I fuck with nothing but gangstas
Nothing but hustler niggas, sound off
Sound off (Hut)
I fuck with nothing but my clique
Nothing but hot shit, follow me, sound off
Sound off (Hut)
I fuck with nothing but gangstas
Nothing but hustler niggas, sound off
Sound off (Hut)
I put my money on my clique
Hot shit coming out of the barrel of my fif'