Slaughterhouse - The Illest lyrics

Rusty nine getting gully on the roof
This so rough
I left my skully on in the booth
I drag my tin boots through
The gutter with the troops
That'll fire at you while you with
Your mother on the stoop ain't nothin' nice
Filling five cent cups with ice
Ass crack stuffed with the stuff
That the custies like
My flow inspired by po-po riding by
Cause little Jojo let the 44 iron fly
So expect nothing but heat from me
When the beat ugly
I sour dollar spit, ain't nothing sweet money
So whoever say Ortiz hungry is lying
I’m starving, I’m famine
Man I act like I never eat sonny
I keep ya head nodding, when the bass pumping
And you can hate cousin
But don’t say something


And no face muggin’, I’m S-H-A-D-Y
Slaughterhouse all day, youngin'
Lyrically I’m untouchable, uncrushable
Ask your friends, who’s the illest

Yeah, rap is in danger
Crooked I was born in a California manger
God of the West coast, know the flow nice
When you’re signed to Shady
Aftermath and used to be on Death Row
What if my, gun and I, sing you a lullaby
Nullify your skull in 5 seconds
By putting a slug inside
Run and hide, I’m on some money goon shit
Married to the streets, honeymoon shit, yeah
Fuck a bride
I’m 'bout to go Van Gogh and I have to reach
For slavery guns
That mean I draw a masterpiece
I spit darts quick as a spliff sparks
Writtens’ll kick start
Split you in six parts
Which part of "I’m the shit and you
A skid mark" did you not get?
Put you in a ditch when it’s pitch
Dark, make your bitch suck my dick, clark
That's what you get, heard that you a snitch
Now get that tattoo that say life
Cause you a bitch

I left the mask home to bury something
No disguise it couldn't get more official
If it was notarized
I won't depend on a jeweler for
You to know it's fly
Top of the chain of command
If I’m playing my hand
Then I'm bettin' on override
Who think they over I? Hoping they vocalize
This ain't even a group
Just one real nigga multiplied
This'll end brutally if you tryna get fast
I put my life on it like it was mass
Better pray that this Vicodin last
If not rappers are in danger
Niggas is in a box
I’m tired of rappers in a Wrangler
We'll clap and rearrange ya
But I hate to make my pyschiatrist right
And it’s exactly what she said
Would happen with my anger
You can’t relate to it
How you gon’ measure it?
Broke, can’t treasure it
Jokers just embezzle it
It’s time to separate the
Realness from the rhetoric
I figure one statement from BI
Should help to settle this

I said I’m gunning for the motherfucking king
Like the historical terrace shot
I’m sittin’ in a Hilton rich like Paris' pops
Spread money around the whole
Town like heiress twat
Compare us not, I’m a terrible terrorist plot
You the character Carrot Top
While I’m stomping on barriers
'til my era stops
Like a tricerotops when I’m
Done roaming this earth
Bury my bones in Mariah or Keri’s box
Who you know answer with
Gun? Shady’s our home
We live with the GOAT like
Julio from Sanford and Son
We're the problem with a problem
Got no love for my foes
Y'all just wearing red bottoms
I got blood on my sole
We are dope, we are postal, we not social
On Twitter we block Oprah and Deepak Chopra!
Y’all niggas think y'all fucking with us
Cause people quote ya singles yeah right
You making your fucking point
With broken fingers
My dreams fulfilled like this cup
Full of potent tequila
That I’m bout to raise up
And toast to dreamers

Get your writing crew, get your writing crew
And they dopest rhymes
I get up in that ass every time
Lyrically I’m untouchable, uncrushable
Ask your friends, who’s the illest