Slaughterhouse D.o.a. Freestyle lyrics

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D.o.a. Freestyle by Slaughterhouse D.o.a. Freestyle lyrics [Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"] I'm from a grimy city from a bunch of miles away With no regard for the laws, I'm from a sovereign state From a murderous block, swerving in the convertible drop Hoping niggas heard my proverbial plots I'm trying to take over the world like Pinky the Brain My 'preme mistress is a bitch like Pinky with brains Or Roxy Reynolds, I stick dick into her She suck cock for a living, tongue kiss with Murs But I don't feel anger So like the nickel-plated chrome four-five, I'm a still bang her Original renegade, niggas been afraid More niggas follow than Ashton Kutcher's Twitter page Chowder time - y'all write, I sprinkle powder lines If Kelly beat his case, my lawyer gonna swallow mines So put your nines on the crap table You like gambling - I'm Patron sipping, signed to Black Label Champagne wishes become realities Bad bitches, fly minus the travel needs My dick is the biggest thing on my anatomy I dis niggas for nothing like, "Why you mad at me? " Nickel is still reckless The last nigga got killed that made me feel threatened Who really cares what a rapper talking? The only feeling that ain't familiar is after losses I shoot a nigga dead in the head, and go back to Boston With a trunk full of white, I call it Asher Roth'n Feel honored if I talk about your ass often You should wanna sleep in the bed I was jacking off in It's a reason these motherfuckers is backing off 'I'm He Floyd Mayweather, Paul Williams, and Chad Dawson All rolled up in one, his money trash-talking Amongst bosses, hanging out in the cash office Nigga, you testing the one - Nickel second to none I'm hotter than Texas at three, I'm effecting the sun I don't just sound raw I disconnect your shit, have you walking around with Bobby Brown jaw And then Whitney said crack was wack And it offended me like, floozy, why you dissing my music? And you can ask Proof, we come from chopper city Minus the wack suit and the beef with Ness Forever inhaling the smell of that sweet success That calico talking, saying, "We the best! " I'm the fed-teaser This bitch said, "Who the fuck died and made you God? " I said Jesus I'm in the zone, I feel like a star And nigga, you know what to do if you feel like a frog Go on, jump in that traffic, you playing Frogger I ain't no blogger, I'm Mr. Rearrange-Your-Aura Niggas thinking all we got is Internet soldiers '09 is the fear year - respect's over The O.G.s taught me how to do it one way So I ain't down for no games unless it's gunplay Niggas'll murder judges over murder grudges I don't put money on heads, I just refer to cause's I drop dope records that's hot like a furnace The needle on that record player is hypodermic Receive food from an intravenous tube Kill your ass in private, between me and you I'm sick enough to go up in your house Sickening rhymes, I spit 'em and throw up in my mouth You fucking round with the Slaughterhouse conglomeron Like catching your parents fucking, I leave you traumatized The beef live til the drama dies My daughter can get struck by lightning if I ain't down for homicide [Verse 2: Joe Budden] I'm one of one I promise there ain't another nigga built in my pedigree Rappers ain't a threat to me Take my words how you wanna - it's the easiest extortion you gonna ever see Just worship, mission won't get diverted Say Mouse, you're fucking with niggas that you know'll get murdered Started in my youth, I blame Streetfighter 2 Back when it wasn't nothing, nigga had to get a perfect Roasting me, zero is what they gross to me No ratchet on 'I'm, I'm protected by a rosary I don't pay mind to the vets and what they throw at me I ain't hear a word they say, it's deaf poetry Call L.A. Reid, Craig Kallman, Rifkind, Sylvia, E1 and get Allan Alert the geek squad and call the goons All the bullshit in the game, only thing they wanna kill is fucking Autotune But before you gun it down Know they only say hip hop is dead - the dope shit is underground Radio, shotty to it's wig And tell Fab I can't put it in a bag cause the body too big Listen, some haters out there wanna snatch me up Working with half they hair, got a Cassie cut Aware of the scene They don't look my way, I mirror dreams They car note and rent is my pair of jeans Street, I don't be around those narcs Bloggers keep typing as if they could download heart Let's begin with common sense, don't make it sound so sharp Nigga, if you see a fin, you around those sharks This a funeral, this how fans cry for the beat Tired of hearing how you hired with the heat Every verse lame, about his great aim and how he snipe in the streets But every time he take a piss, end up wiping the seat, pause I make sure it's no women, no kids in sight Phone call'll make his address demolition site Yes-men do whatever your battery say A dream can't tell make up - my anatomy's gray Nigga, tell me who keep it hotter for Jerz Y'all picked the wrong group to bother with words Think niggas got a lot of nerve It's magic, you Skip I'm Jameer, my spot's reserved Your spot's a reserve Niggas is scared of the truth Look in my eyes, you stare at the truth They doing interludes in any interview Talking bout how they prepared to shoot How thoughtful, won't resort to getting near a booth Thought so - what I do to 'em unlawful Boss dude, ain't got a higher-up to resort to Just giving yourself a bad name Yakety-yak them threats; in fact, it's that lame If you can't tell that act's arranged Think I'm wearing a bulls-eye and just all them cats got bad aim? I'll explain - I'm past real, niggas is past phony Avoid the personal and physical attacks on me I remain cool - relaxed, homie Brand new, I ain't got a scratch on me So what your squad gon' do? Lay a hand on me, I lay a hollow on you Chain snatch, tap his pockets, take his wallet, go through Every club in New York and pop bottles on you Better tell him what reluctance is I'm controlled by uncontrolled substances Truth be told, I show em what substance is I know I'm nice, so when I boast I'm only rubbing it in Niggas got beat up, ignored in school Signed a deal, niggas thought you was cool Only take one quarter to slaughter your crew If they resumes got deaded today They'd call you a fool Got all them years rapping, nothing else happening You need a new day-to-day Old heads in the game with no other way to get paid They gasping, time out, gon take a break from the clay And grab a Gatorade Bad contract, team can't make a trade Majors fucking you in the ass, you gonna stay a slave 5'9" in my ear saying, "Hey, behave" But shit is fucked up, and I blame it on the way it was paved I'll chill for the sake of your age You great live, but let me know when that stage get appraised All in, raising the stakes Swear you and your label should pray to God I was placed in this decade by mistake I don't belong here Therefore I'm in the wrong year Wrong nigga amongst fans with wrong ears Wrong trends, with funny sounds every song's weird Wrong fashion, it's like every nigga's gone queer [Verse 3: Joell Ortiz] Mic check, one thing that I could do is spit I'll hammer you MCs quick, y'all ain't too legit You interfere with my guap, your medulla's split Y'all wilding, my stomach growling like the rudest pit For being so smart, I stay on some stupid shit But if dummies make a smart comment, I'm dumping Ruger clips And I keep it true with fifths I give your eye a cookie And punch the cookie, just see just how black and blue it gets Yaowa! I'm in tune with what the gutter loves I hop on beat and son niggas like a mother does They hear me, they like, "Hey yo, that brother's bug" They hear you, they like, "Oh no, not another thug" You chase the bitches who don't wanna scrub I done fucked project bitches on my roof with a rubber glove We two different dudes I be praised, you be getting booed I feed niggas, you just niggas' food All you do is get chewed like wack grits Every time I get chewed, it's a bad bitch Oh, I'm fronting - sometimes I choose some average But that's six Jacks and Coke in the spot, and she the last bitch And I just couldn't bag shit She just stuck around cause she on my fat-ass dick Ha! I'm just fucking 'round, Green But I feel good, basically Jay-Z in the underground scene Listen - I'm in a zone of my own, my condolences To anyone or any group that's opposing this This ain't a song, this a movement - we controlling this You can't beat us, we don't want you to join us So move over, bitch It's our time, the tides done came in Please exit the water, you'll die if you can't swim This music's a novel, you still on page ten I read it, rewrote it, and published it, called it Amen See, Ortiz is the Lord's gift to this four-fifth bullshit that y'all worship I'm a lyrical warship And God forbid I should fall from up off this boat I'll land in the water, come up and finish you with a swordfish This hip-hop is my office, believe I go to work And when I promote it, this CD's almost over, jerk I sit there and write to a track until my shoulders hurt And when both arms is done, I put my toes to work You gotta hear what I gotta say, I'm just like that From what I'm hearing this day and age, I don't like rap I was a fan, I used to love this shit But y'all getting away with murder, like the glove don't fit Y'all either flossing or talking like savages I don't mention a coffin or doggie, I'm not having it You niggas rapping is fractions below average I don't care what the fuck you can do with a little half a brick I did some things I ain't proud of to support mine Left that on the street - on beat ain't where you talk crime Plus you lying - whenever you on the court line It's to pay a ticket for parking your whip on the wrong side Thugs is somewhere doing what it is that thugs do Rappers is rapping, and y'all ain't doing that - what the fuck is you? You're bluffing, you's nothing, you're stuffing on Thanksgiving My tummy is hungry, I'll put you on a plate - listen I'm making it hard like a blowjob with great rhythm I know Joey gon' pause me, but I ain't even trying to play with 'I'm Feed 'em this money, they handing out a changed living Project is ugly, I daily barely escaped prison I was starting to feel pinned down like a rape victim Wishing for a deal, trying to deal with the fact that I hate wishing


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