SlaughtaHouse 歌词
| 歌曲 | SlaughtaHouse |
| 歌手 | Masta Ace |
| 专辑 | SlaughtaHouse |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Clear, McFadden, McFadden | |
| * this song has two parts： | |
| A. "the cutting edge of hardcore rap; the most innovative stuff | |
| For 1993" -- gangsta parody following the "classroom" skit | |
| B. paula perry introduces the _real_ slaughtahouse | |
| Part a: | |
| (yeah... yeah... yeah...) | |
| This is mc negro | |
| And this is this ign-ant mc | |
| And this is our new motherfucking single | |
| Our new shit | |
| Slaughtahouse | |
| This shit is called slaughtahouse | |
| Negro! coming off our last platinum lp | |
| Platinum lp | |
| _shit's real killin' motherfuckers dead_ | |
| Killin em dead | |
| And this is how we gonna rock shit for the nine-tray | |
| Verse one: mc negro | |
| Here come the craziest niggaz on earth | |
| Cutthroats, ever since birth | |
| Blood and guts are gonna spill | |
| Cuz it's murder murder murder, and kill kill kill | |
| Chainsaw in my holster | |
| Barb-wire rope, and i'll hang ya like a poster | |
| So when i grab my axe you better drop | |
| Cause i'm "swing swing swing, and chop chop chop" in the slaughtahouse | |
| Yeah, yo ign-ant mc | |
| Whassup? | |
| Show these niggaz what the dress code is | |
| Aight | |
| Verse two: ign-ant mc | |
| Strictly raiders and kings gear | |
| Only wear black and i don't know how to act | |
| No more... so come and take a chance and | |
| Mess around with the black charles manson | |
| Body parts in the freezer | |
| I'm not jeffrey dahmer but i'll slaughta ya momma | |
| So open up the do' | |
| To the slaughtahouse, so i can kill a little mo' | |
| Outro: | |
| Yeahhh, motherfucker | |
| Yeah! | |
| This is mc negro | |
| And this the ign-ant mc | |
| And this shit is real over here, motherfucker, real real | |
| This is the brand new lp, it's called _brains on the sidewalk_ | |
| Brains on the sidewalk! | |
| And all we wanna do now | |
| Is murder murder murder, kill kill kill | |
| Part b: paula perry, masta ase | |
| One two, one two | |
| This is paula perry and it's a brand new year | |
| Time for the weak-ass, wack-ass | |
| No-skills, negative, anti-everything | |
| Mc's to get shut down | |
| They're gettin slaughta'd! | |
| [lord digga] death to the wack mc's --> repeat 4x | |
| (welcome to the slaughtahouse!) | |
| Too many suckas, too many wack records gettin played | |
| Too much money bein made, it's time for the wack to get slayed | |
| Take these suckas to war ase, take em to war! | |
| It's the jeep (ass niguh), it's the jeep (ass niguh) | |
| Whatcha know about the jeep (ass niguh) | |
| It's the jeep (ass niguh), it's the jeep (ass niguh) | |
| Here we go, with the jeep (ass niguh) (welcome to the slaughtahouse!) | |
| Never hear me talking "i could kill a man!!" | |
| Started making records but i'm still a fan | |
| I'll take you down, i break your crown | |
| I make you frown, i wake the town | |
| Tick, check it out tock i rock your whole block | |
| Got the funk dialect in stock | |
| With the boom, bashin, bass drum is smashin | |
| And crashin your bedroom walls, and monster mashin | |
| Dashin, man with the kick, that be flying | |
| Kids don't be trying, this trick cause i'm scien- | |
| -tifical, ninety-nine rappers wanna kill | |
| To sound ill, you couldn't find their brains with a drill | |
| Check it... | |
| *sound of a drill* | |
| [what a funny little house!] | |
| (welcome to the slaughtahouse!) | |
| Welcome to my slaughtahouse, it's like a playpen | |
| Welcome to my slaughtahouse, there's no escapin | |
| This is the place where freestyling skills | |
| Are sharp like axes, and suckas get the chills | |
| Drum is the cash, like the rash you'll be itchin | |
| For the green and, everybody's talking like they're mean and | |
| Crazy, oh baby, you're ready, for this yo | |
| Make me, a poster, holdin, a pistol | |
| Then i can be the (man) | |
| I can be the (man) | |
| Cause they see me with the gun in my hand | |
| I, am not, down with the standard | |
| The man did, not do, what every other man did | |
| Candid, just like the man allen funts | |
| And there's nothing worse than, a rapper when he fronts | |
| So throw your hands up in the air | |
| If you really don't care | |
| About the next man's life, you get the chair | |
| In the slaughtahouse | |
| [the price a rapper must pay] | |
| Outro: | |
| Whassup kid you hear that new album _brains on the sidewalk_? | |
| Yeah it's fat right? | |
| Yeah i like that part | |
| Murder murder murder, and kill kill kill | |
| Yaknow that's what it's all about | |
| Yeah i'm gonna be just like that when i grow up | |
| You think i ain't? | |
| [lord digga] | |
| This is a brand new year for motherfucker's heads to start burstin | |
| Masta ase, incorporated | |
| Ase, lord digga, shiloh, eyceurok, the brooklynites | |
| And the floor builder | |
| Watch your back black man | |
| Your biggest enemy's in the mirror | |
| Long is the road to freedom from self-destruction | |
| The slaughtahouse, breeds death | |
| Death to the *faggot-ass* average wack mc's | |
| And death of the original man, turned killer man |
| zuo ci : Clear, McFadden, McFadden | |
| this song has two parts: | |
| A. " the cutting edge of hardcore rap the most innovative stuff | |
| For 1993" gangsta parody following the " classroom" skit | |
| B. paula perry introduces the _real_ slaughtahouse | |
| Part a: | |
| yeah... yeah... yeah... | |
| This is mc negro | |
| And this is this ignant mc | |
| And this is our new motherfucking single | |
| Our new shit | |
| Slaughtahouse | |
| This shit is called slaughtahouse | |
| Negro! coming off our last platinum lp | |
| Platinum lp | |
| _shit' s real killin' motherfuckers dead_ | |
| Killin em dead | |
| And this is how we gonna rock shit for the ninetray | |
| Verse one: mc negro | |
| Here come the craziest niggaz on earth | |
| Cutthroats, ever since birth | |
| Blood and guts are gonna spill | |
| Cuz it' s murder murder murder, and kill kill kill | |
| Chainsaw in my holster | |
| Barbwire rope, and i' ll hang ya like a poster | |
| So when i grab my axe you better drop | |
| Cause i' m " swing swing swing, and chop chop chop" in the slaughtahouse | |
| Yeah, yo ignant mc | |
| Whassup? | |
| Show these niggaz what the dress code is | |
| Aight | |
| Verse two: ignant mc | |
| Strictly raiders and kings gear | |
| Only wear black and i don' t know how to act | |
| No more... so come and take a chance and | |
| Mess around with the black charles manson | |
| Body parts in the freezer | |
| I' m not jeffrey dahmer but i' ll slaughta ya momma | |
| So open up the do' | |
| To the slaughtahouse, so i can kill a little mo' | |
| Outro: | |
| Yeahhh, motherfucker | |
| Yeah! | |
| This is mc negro | |
| And this the ignant mc | |
| And this shit is real over here, motherfucker, real real | |
| This is the brand new lp, it' s called _brains on the sidewalk_ | |
| Brains on the sidewalk! | |
| And all we wanna do now | |
| Is murder murder murder, kill kill kill | |
| Part b: paula perry, masta ase | |
| One two, one two | |
| This is paula perry and it' s a brand new year | |
| Time for the weakass, wackass | |
| Noskills, negative, antieverything | |
| Mc' s to get shut down | |
| They' re gettin slaughta' d! | |
| lord digga death to the wack mc' s repeat 4x | |
| welcome to the slaughtahouse! | |
| Too many suckas, too many wack records gettin played | |
| Too much money bein made, it' s time for the wack to get slayed | |
| Take these suckas to war ase, take em to war! | |
| It' s the jeep ass niguh, it' s the jeep ass niguh | |
| Whatcha know about the jeep ass niguh | |
| It' s the jeep ass niguh, it' s the jeep ass niguh | |
| Here we go, with the jeep ass niguh welcome to the slaughtahouse! | |
| Never hear me talking " i could kill a man!!" | |
| Started making records but i' m still a fan | |
| I' ll take you down, i break your crown | |
| I make you frown, i wake the town | |
| Tick, check it out tock i rock your whole block | |
| Got the funk dialect in stock | |
| With the boom, bashin, bass drum is smashin | |
| And crashin your bedroom walls, and monster mashin | |
| Dashin, man with the kick, that be flying | |
| Kids don' t be trying, this trick cause i' m scien | |
| tifical, ninetynine rappers wanna kill | |
| To sound ill, you couldn' t find their brains with a drill | |
| Check it... | |
| sound of a drill | |
| what a funny little house! | |
| welcome to the slaughtahouse! | |
| Welcome to my slaughtahouse, it' s like a playpen | |
| Welcome to my slaughtahouse, there' s no escapin | |
| This is the place where freestyling skills | |
| Are sharp like axes, and suckas get the chills | |
| Drum is the cash, like the rash you' ll be itchin | |
| For the green and, everybody' s talking like they' re mean and | |
| Crazy, oh baby, you' re ready, for this yo | |
| Make me, a poster, holdin, a pistol | |
| Then i can be the man | |
| I can be the man | |
| Cause they see me with the gun in my hand | |
| I, am not, down with the standard | |
| The man did, not do, what every other man did | |
| Candid, just like the man allen funts | |
| And there' s nothing worse than, a rapper when he fronts | |
| So throw your hands up in the air | |
| If you really don' t care | |
| About the next man' s life, you get the chair | |
| In the slaughtahouse | |
| the price a rapper must pay | |
| Outro: | |
| Whassup kid you hear that new album _brains on the sidewalk_? | |
| Yeah it' s fat right? | |
| Yeah i like that part | |
| Murder murder murder, and kill kill kill | |
| Yaknow that' s what it' s all about | |
| Yeah i' m gonna be just like that when i grow up | |
| You think i ain' t? | |
| lord digga | |
| This is a brand new year for motherfucker' s heads to start burstin | |
| Masta ase, incorporated | |
| Ase, lord digga, shiloh, eyceurok, the brooklynites | |
| And the floor builder | |
| Watch your back black man | |
| Your biggest enemy' s in the mirror | |
| Long is the road to freedom from selfdestruction | |
| The slaughtahouse, breeds death | |
| Death to the faggotass average wack mc' s | |
| And death of the original man, turned killer man |
| zuò cí : Clear, McFadden, McFadden | |
| this song has two parts: | |
| A. " the cutting edge of hardcore rap the most innovative stuff | |
| For 1993" gangsta parody following the " classroom" skit | |
| B. paula perry introduces the _real_ slaughtahouse | |
| Part a: | |
| yeah... yeah... yeah... | |
| This is mc negro | |
| And this is this ignant mc | |
| And this is our new motherfucking single | |
| Our new shit | |
| Slaughtahouse | |
| This shit is called slaughtahouse | |
| Negro! coming off our last platinum lp | |
| Platinum lp | |
| _shit' s real killin' motherfuckers dead_ | |
| Killin em dead | |
| And this is how we gonna rock shit for the ninetray | |
| Verse one: mc negro | |
| Here come the craziest niggaz on earth | |
| Cutthroats, ever since birth | |
| Blood and guts are gonna spill | |
| Cuz it' s murder murder murder, and kill kill kill | |
| Chainsaw in my holster | |
| Barbwire rope, and i' ll hang ya like a poster | |
| So when i grab my axe you better drop | |
| Cause i' m " swing swing swing, and chop chop chop" in the slaughtahouse | |
| Yeah, yo ignant mc | |
| Whassup? | |
| Show these niggaz what the dress code is | |
| Aight | |
| Verse two: ignant mc | |
| Strictly raiders and kings gear | |
| Only wear black and i don' t know how to act | |
| No more... so come and take a chance and | |
| Mess around with the black charles manson | |
| Body parts in the freezer | |
| I' m not jeffrey dahmer but i' ll slaughta ya momma | |
| So open up the do' | |
| To the slaughtahouse, so i can kill a little mo' | |
| Outro: | |
| Yeahhh, motherfucker | |
| Yeah! | |
| This is mc negro | |
| And this the ignant mc | |
| And this shit is real over here, motherfucker, real real | |
| This is the brand new lp, it' s called _brains on the sidewalk_ | |
| Brains on the sidewalk! | |
| And all we wanna do now | |
| Is murder murder murder, kill kill kill | |
| Part b: paula perry, masta ase | |
| One two, one two | |
| This is paula perry and it' s a brand new year | |
| Time for the weakass, wackass | |
| Noskills, negative, antieverything | |
| Mc' s to get shut down | |
| They' re gettin slaughta' d! | |
| lord digga death to the wack mc' s repeat 4x | |
| welcome to the slaughtahouse! | |
| Too many suckas, too many wack records gettin played | |
| Too much money bein made, it' s time for the wack to get slayed | |
| Take these suckas to war ase, take em to war! | |
| It' s the jeep ass niguh, it' s the jeep ass niguh | |
| Whatcha know about the jeep ass niguh | |
| It' s the jeep ass niguh, it' s the jeep ass niguh | |
| Here we go, with the jeep ass niguh welcome to the slaughtahouse! | |
| Never hear me talking " i could kill a man!!" | |
| Started making records but i' m still a fan | |
| I' ll take you down, i break your crown | |
| I make you frown, i wake the town | |
| Tick, check it out tock i rock your whole block | |
| Got the funk dialect in stock | |
| With the boom, bashin, bass drum is smashin | |
| And crashin your bedroom walls, and monster mashin | |
| Dashin, man with the kick, that be flying | |
| Kids don' t be trying, this trick cause i' m scien | |
| tifical, ninetynine rappers wanna kill | |
| To sound ill, you couldn' t find their brains with a drill | |
| Check it... | |
| sound of a drill | |
| what a funny little house! | |
| welcome to the slaughtahouse! | |
| Welcome to my slaughtahouse, it' s like a playpen | |
| Welcome to my slaughtahouse, there' s no escapin | |
| This is the place where freestyling skills | |
| Are sharp like axes, and suckas get the chills | |
| Drum is the cash, like the rash you' ll be itchin | |
| For the green and, everybody' s talking like they' re mean and | |
| Crazy, oh baby, you' re ready, for this yo | |
| Make me, a poster, holdin, a pistol | |
| Then i can be the man | |
| I can be the man | |
| Cause they see me with the gun in my hand | |
| I, am not, down with the standard | |
| The man did, not do, what every other man did | |
| Candid, just like the man allen funts | |
| And there' s nothing worse than, a rapper when he fronts | |
| So throw your hands up in the air | |
| If you really don' t care | |
| About the next man' s life, you get the chair | |
| In the slaughtahouse | |
| the price a rapper must pay | |
| Outro: | |
| Whassup kid you hear that new album _brains on the sidewalk_? | |
| Yeah it' s fat right? | |
| Yeah i like that part | |
| Murder murder murder, and kill kill kill | |
| Yaknow that' s what it' s all about | |
| Yeah i' m gonna be just like that when i grow up | |
| You think i ain' t? | |
| lord digga | |
| This is a brand new year for motherfucker' s heads to start burstin | |
| Masta ase, incorporated | |
| Ase, lord digga, shiloh, eyceurok, the brooklynites | |
| And the floor builder | |
| Watch your back black man | |
| Your biggest enemy' s in the mirror | |
| Long is the road to freedom from selfdestruction | |
| The slaughtahouse, breeds death | |
| Death to the faggotass average wack mc' s | |
| And death of the original man, turned killer man |
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