Tony Touch, Slaughterhouse - Slaughter Session letra de (lyrics)

If any one of you players in here oppose me
I'll tear your season apart
Like D rose's knee
Call me the original gangster - OG
I'll split your head to the
White meat - poultry
That's why my legacy starts
Where your era begins
I've taken over this franchise
Like Jeremy Lin
Y'all niggas buyin' your own albums
You pay to sell
Who dares to compare an Alpha to a Beta male?
You lames ain't as hot as me
Look the other direction
I'll turn your brain to cottage
Cheese like some butt injections
Baby, that navel piercing just
Ain't gon' work
If your fuckin' stomach lookin'
Like some balled-up homework
I'm the flyest nigga flyin' here, Ryan yeah
Pioneer try me here, you're dying here
I am where the guided where the iron, where?
It's only Just, me and Tony Touch
Sippin' Patron out a styrofoamy cups

Fifty emcees, how many fans can Tony touch?
Special hoes call us testicles
They know we nuts
I'm the opposite of horny sluts -
I don't give a fuck
When it come to shootin', I'm Kobe clutch
Put 'em on mute when they
Know the boss is speakin'
Our album's comin' out before
It's supposed to
That's how I leave 'em leakin'
Pussy, you tampon - I'm in San Juan
With some Puerto Ricans that'll
Merk you in church and ignore the deacon
I'm the god of the West Coast
A lot of niggas rappin' over
There, I'm the best, though
House Gang matching in escrow, nigga
My neck glow
Like ODin' on coke, you'll get the death blow
I run these emcees like Master J
Don't get it backwards like Paul Revere
Rest in peace MCA
AKs, semis and clips, I'm from Long Beach
Eastside, the city of Crips, cous'

You are now tuned in
Man, I hope you've been tuned
Into the most influential
Beat-ruining human being on fluid
Puerto Rican speakin'
Check me out with the yaowa movement
I'm Mr everybody's Favorite Line
Mr unofficial Remixer - hop on
There and make it mine mr stage Ripper
Send that grip and ain't a place and time
Mr never Front On The Hood - no Mercedes sign
Mr no Missus
Just dope bitches takin' fine licks of mine
From-behind stick it 'til they
Taste the slime i'm so gangster
Prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
Like I care, if it's weave in your hair
I've got trees and a beer
Meet me in the stairs but be careful
Cause last time you got pee on your gear
I'll never change cause I touch cake
Fuck crushed grapes
Give me Dutch papes and a Touch tape
Fuck-face