Slaughterhouse - Tim Westwood Freestyle lyrics

Theme song to my supplier, plays in
The key of a ki, i'm like a messiah
Crossed with the Wire
Rapping around the Boardwalk Empire
Who brought their Bibles? This
The Christ chapter
I'm sick enough to take my life
Then take your life after
Don't take me light or play me light
We two of the same
God melted the Rubic's cube into fluid and
Threw it into my intuitive brain
I'm eating food for moving music
In the gratuitous lane been through twice
Now I'm running through until I'm
Through with the game
You can find me under a black cloud
I'm a dark star
Only thing I hate worse than a
Mark is a marked car
I climb mountains like Marvin


Gaye and Tammy Terrell
You could put a face on my
Style: it'd be Samuel Cassell's
I switch the fire up like I
Am a tranny from Hell
What I got in my hand right now
Will remind you of Stanley Burrell
Cause it's the hammer, the cannon
You can dance with the shells
My pet peeves are granny panties
And planning to fail
I'm a heavyweight, I'm catastrophic
When I set it like Farenheit 911
Meditate 'til the Levees break
I tar and feather featherweights
Until my 'fetti straight
The Mac 11 to crack your melon
And give your ass spaghetti face
You ever looked inside some dying eyes?
You'll see surprise and realize
There's no denying God
When was the last time that you
Heard that the "I" in "try"?
Ryan vibes like cyanide, I am proud
To say that I've evolved
There's only one "I" in defying odds
Small-time areas, parishes
Everytime the giant cries
Who y'all respect is probably cross-dressing
Your favorite MC can probably find hisself
Vibing to my Lost Sessions i'm legendary

Check it, They asking bout my well being
Well I been fine
I just did some sets of 50 on the incline
I don't do the games
But if I happen to be into one
Burner to his melon
Just my version of temple run
They tell me im crazy
They say that Joe's off
But I ain't tryna rap wit
New ideas using old thoughts
The whole premise of they
Argument is so forced
So what that say for you
If you concluded that wit no cause
That's just some lil truth for you no it alls
Nigga I can roof a bowling ball
I make a mirror change his point of view
And won't always show wit his face
Depends on who it's pointed to
Now a bunch of groupie niggas
Want to join the crew
Models want to join the pool
It's funny what some coins will do
My regular sex'll be a porn to ya'll
Its wierd since I never fucked none
Of my friends porno stars
Waitforgot about that night up
In the fountain blue
Decapitate that other bar
Head I wasn't counted dude
When it's normal for you
You ain't gotta play to win
Im more concern with how, uh (breath)
I took a break for a sec, I'm done chilling
Thought I lost my hunger
Kind of had this numb feeling
Haters say I'm wack
Paint me as this one villain
But I'll be nice longer than
They gon be unwilling nigga!
Now I'm only chasing bills hard
You won't understand it 'til you
Face the right pill charge
Worry free cause my lawyer get it crunk
Told me i'd get time serve
Without ever hitting a bunk
I don't bother with a Glock
Or haven't since I parted from the block
But if duke talking crazy then he'll do
It to a cartridge full of shots
Find his body in a river down in Austin
Won't matter if his father is a doc

So many niggas wanna come after Crooked
And let a couple of bitches spin me around
Like I'm a featherweight not
Knowing that I'm heavyweight
Smith & Weston dick make
You elevate and levitate when I regulate
I hit the streets like I never ate
(Censored line, fill if you know)
Wouldn’t hesitate to strap a
Time bomb to myself
And hug you untill it detonate
You six feet im eleven-eight
And if I told you once, I told you twice
I hold the gun so precise so run nigga run
Soldier come, cold as ice so hold your tounge
Go roll the dice, get done when I come
Im a poltergeist
Im spilling venom as quick as a cobra strikes
Kill him and kill him again
Nigga stole your life
Should have known the price
Nigga that hold the knife to
Your throat and slice
And then I'm creeping by, dipping the glat
And the reason I'm, gripping the gat
Is to go braap braap, then your people die
Nigga blink your eye
I'll put you on your back quicker than that
Somebody tell me whats sicker than that
Coward niggas need to get rid
Of that ridiculous sack
When I give you the dick im flipping you back
Like Dominique Dawes
You won't be flipping no different than that
I'm from the S-L, A-U, G-H, T-E-R, H-O
U-S-E waah

You listening to the drug spitting cartel
All our arms swell cos'
We excercise with barbells
Bar none we the best you got bars well
Toss bars, we'll treat you like them bikers
In a Bronx tale
You chasing hood rats who underarms smell
Me I get drunk and RKell' a blonde bombshell
Let them know who the Yoawa is
Take the chicken head to Nandos then
Pluck her on the tower bridge
I'm running round the world with my team
Cheese stacking and you really
Hear Ortiz bragging
But for so long, they had us in a box
So last week I hit the lot and
Bought a brand new G Wagon
Can't drive it cos' I'm still touring
Im still like a real morman
Today we in the UK, tomorrow we still here
But Friday we parler francais
See the world through the eyes of a pie
Flip a pi rate ship
But turn favourite rap guy ripper
So you can keep forming rapper squads
But you gon' have a hard time tryna'
Keep up with the Mathers mob
And release these beastly hordes
On your CD stores why you tryna you like CB4
See me on your tv, or hear me on your radio
Spitting hot dog is Nathan
All you weinys soft
I'm an alien, I came here on a meteor
My meteoric rise got you wife
Licking my wee-wee off
Im just having fun on Radio 1
Now im done, nothing left for the radio won