[00:00.000] 作词 : Royce Da 5'9"
[00:00.085] 作曲 : Royce Da 5'9"
[00:00.170][Intro:]
[00:00.614]Check the scene, pappas
[00:05.943]Slaughterhouse, still standin
[00:09.653]There was a murder last night
[00:11.873]and the shit didn't really sit right with me
[00:14.851]So I had to tell a story
[00:17.333]Ohhhhhhhhh baby!
[00:20.676]Blood on the walls, {?}
[00:22.453][Joe Budden]
[00:22.818]America's worst nightmare, ahead by light years
[00:25.953]Hip-Hop's only shining star in the night's air
[00:28.827]Right here, don't fight fair, what I write yeah
[00:31.491]Might there, throw 'em off like they Bobby Knight's chair
[00:34.391]I been where you tryin to be, I'm already hot
[00:37.238]All about cake, Betty Crock' and spit ready rock
[00:40.164]They know my bar came venom in a bezzie rock
[00:43.116]Kicked from fight club, outfit from Eddie Brock
[00:46.015]I'm goin for the kill, focused on a steady plot
[00:48.732]John Wilkes the Booth like when he dead aimed his nezzie shot
[00:51.762]You listenin to hip-hop's finest
[00:54.662]You rewind this, Slaughterhouse behind this
[00:57.796][Joell Ortiz]
[00:57.979]I like rap, this shit is cool, I'm better than mad niggaz
[01:00.330]But I'm just as good a crack pitcher as a pad ripper
[01:03.360]I say that to say this
[01:04.902]Don't let mad liquor turn me to a bodybag zipper and not a ad-libber
[01:08.846]Couple joints ago I was right on that ave wit'cha
[01:11.850]Mad bigger than the cats David Tyree had last winter
[01:14.593]I'm not a made-up character
[01:16.892]That's a Puerto Rican Brooklynite with two kids y'all see in them mag pictures
[01:20.601]And however I gotta feed 'em I will
[01:22.691]All they ever gon' need in life is just, me and my will
[01:25.538]Interfere with that it's gon' be more than a beat that I kill
[01:28.203]Disrespect with an indirect and you will see if I'm real
[01:31.364][Crooked I]
[01:31.625]**** you blood-suckin parasites
[01:33.401]I'm bringin the terror right in front of your parents' sight
[01:36.170]You parents' eyes, and yeah I wear a pair of pipes
[01:39.279]I wear 'em like Sega like on a pair of thighs
[01:41.969]I'm Eric Wright, I'm (Ruthless), I terrorize
[01:44.817]You'll either perish or be paralyzed; I'm a thousand degrees Fahrenheit
[01:48.970]I'm even keepin them heaters when we perform
[01:51.530]On stage rockin like we from Korn, the people roar
[01:54.221]What they don't know it's a secret war
[01:57.773]inside of a rider I'm seekin revenge on the world for bein born!
[02:00.177]And the desert eagle is "mi amor"
[02:02.606]She'll **** you to death, blow your brains, either or cause she a whore
[02:06.185][Royce Da 5'9"]
[02:06.681]Allow me to reassure your stripe's worthless
[02:09.084]Like a pair of Diadora's when it leaves the Adidas store
[02:11.801]Don't be comparin us to rappers
[02:13.969]Compare us to the Arabs, this a terrorist attack, uh - BOOM!
[02:17.052]Lord have mercy, we here to destroy EVERY-thing
[02:20.291]You niggaz is butter in front a ****IN machete swing
[02:23.373]Mother****er I'm fly, I ain't no scary goon
[02:26.325]Try me and I guarantee you I'ma see you very soon
[02:29.329]Leave a nigga ass out like Prince, take his bitch
[02:32.203]Put my (Graffiti Bridge) right (Under Her Cherry Moon) (woo!)
[02:35.050]We notorious, pushin them Porsches
[02:37.532]Y'all niggaz the orphans; US, we the warriors
[02:40.562][Interlude: unknown woman]
[02:40.980]Ohhhhh, wait a minute papis
[02:44.663]Royce, slow down baby
[02:45.996][Joe Budden]
[02:46.492]This rap shit is a workout on my legs (why?)
[02:48.921]A nigga goin hard on his bike but two million dudes is jumpin on the pegs
[02:51.690]They know when that raw shit get recorded
[02:53.858]Either let your speakers enforce it or lay down in a moshpit
[02:57.751]Of course it's the bosses, actin like officers
[03:00.598]Runnin in these corporate offices
[03:02.949]Hungry lookin for a four-course dish no matter what the cost is
[03:05.953]Like the world's lawless so we don't know what remorse is
[03:09.192]Cause the V need like a thousand horses
[03:12.040]Slaughterhouse hoodie on, that's my new couture shit
[03:15.070]It's Jumpoff! He be the best
[03:17.473]Computers rank me number 1, blame the BCS
[03:20.477]It's they fault nigga
[03:21.888][Joell Ortiz]
[03:22.201]Ask about your boy, I'm nice with my hands
[03:23.377]Maybe that's why, every last thing I write is a jam
[03:25.911]Minus the fans, the flights to Japan, I am the man
[03:28.340]Anyone who feel they could see me is in dire need of a eye exam
[03:32.049]My mind expands wider than the fanbase of a fire band
[03:35.471]And what I release from my diaphragm
[03:37.613]sticks to you, like the wrists of Spiderman
[03:39.651]Fool a average listeners what you liars can do but you will die a scam
[03:43.491]When I die they will retire my entire hand
[03:46.443]for years of scripted whoop-ass, makin intruders try a can
[03:49.395]I guess the moral of the story is Joell's victorious
[03:52.320]And e'rything's all gravy like Notorious
[03:54.828][Crooked I]
[03:54.985]I left a nigga dead cause he said he was ready for I
[03:56.944]Let the Beretta give him wings since he said he was fly
[03:59.948]I'm in my Chevy ridin to "Bar Exam" and "Mood Muzik"
[04:03.396]They the closest to "Reasonable Doubt" and "Ready to Die"
[04:05.669]Crooked I, watch for snitches and wire devices
[04:08.856]My fo'-fifth, fire in crisis, lift you higher than prices
[04:11.860]All my ice, and on the mic, I am the nicest
[04:14.524]Me and my bitch ride for life like Osirus and Isis
[04:17.685]Yeah, word to Run-D.M.C. I'm (Tougher Than Leather-face)
[04:20.689]Never threw a gun in the trash but they call me Weapon Waist
[04:23.720]It's like you movin from the projects to the Hamptons
[04:26.489]The way my hammers be sendin bastards to a better place
[04:29.571][Royce Da 5'9"]
[04:29.728]Let me set it straight, they fans been led astray
[04:32.131]Niggaz keep gassin with guns with unleaded spray
[04:34.978]They don't know they one flow, one medic away
[04:38.139]From bein taken away from here in the leaded state
[04:40.830]I handle all of my serious issues with metal
[04:43.520]I stick you so deep in the earth your zipper can tickle the devil
[04:46.342]I'm skippin the pick and the shovel
[04:48.327]I'm pickin you up and I'm shovin your head in the mud until your kickings is level
[04:52.193]Pardon I live for the moment, you rhymin I give the atonement
[04:55.354]like the Indians, I scalp and I wig the opponent (yeah)
[04:58.123]But I'm a chief, matter fact I'm a BEAST
[05:00.500]I'm a mother****in Slaughterhouse G
[05:02.825]BOOM!