--0Share. How it works. Click the orange lyrics for explanations. Highlight white lyrics and explain them to get Rap IQ? (help). [Verse 1: Eminem]. Life handed me lemons. I jump back into the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it. By now you just wish I?d fucking die but I electrify. Get electrocuted executed by an executioner of my flow too quick for the human eye to detect zooming by. Guess who what?s happening guys?. They told me to shit I fell off that pot. Hoped right back up on that crapper and I. Said ?fuck you? with a capital I. Look who?s back to antagonize. You don?t like it? You can eat shit fuck off little faggot and die. You right back like a maggot on my dick grabbing at my shit. better get to the back of the line. You wanna get your shot at me what kinda crap is that. Battle what kind of rapper would I be before I let another rapper think he?s hot. I?ll bury my face in his stinky twat and go alalalala. Go ahead space is limited ain?t even room in the back of my mind. That?s why I ain?t thinking about you I don?t got time and I told you a thousand times. So how can I find the time to put an alkaline battery in royce's back and at the same time put juice in mine?. Goddamnit Slaughterhouse is signed. [Verse 2: Royce da 5'9"]. I?m a menace villain my pen is sitting spilling my livers killing. Then I let you witness shit when it hit the ceiling. The niggas willing to give the listeners the sickest feeling. Like mixing some Benadryl and penicillin. Then I?m filling the clip with a written. Can you picture my pistol drilling?. A million women and children when I?m illing. But it isn?t real it?s a rap. On the real it?s a wrap. How could you possibly stop the Apocalypse. When I?m atomic bombing the populous. Shock the metropolis hostile as a kid. Popping the Glock at his moms and his pops. Then he hops in his drop with his iPod rocking the Slaughterish. Documentation and lyrics I write with confidence. Write like a columnist slash novelist. I?m in this game to demolish establish my dominance. Over prominent rappers you popping shit till you opposite. I can spit ominous so spit politics now I?m Haile Selassie Gandhi and Pac of this hip hop genre bitch. [Voice]. SlaughterHouse!. [Verse 3: Crooked I]. Lyrically I?m a cocaine Altoid. Ability to bring ? it?s a no brain bout boy. Physically I?m literally a cocaine cowboy. Wait wait did I just go almost four bars. Without talking about my big dick?. The other day me and your thick bitch had a great day and we ate cake. And then we walked and then she tried to jack me off but she lost. Cause she couldn?t handle my shit wait I sweared. Irony of Ryan is I am bipolar while I?m rhyming standing beside a big old white bear. Neither one of us fight fair you are literally looking at Woody and Wesley in a movie. With a white boy ain?t got to jump no where cause I?m here. Nigga I?m on fire yeah and I?m every bitch?s dream. One two I?m coming for you I?m a big old nightmare. Nigga this the slaughter stepping up. I?ll pretty much slap your ass and tell you to shut the fuck up. After that I?ll slap your ass again and tell you to shut the fuck up shutting up. And that?s how you body a fucking beat. [Voice]. [Verse 4: Joell Ortiz]. I should be the one that goes slow. Get a stopwatch clock my flow. Hit the button on top watch the drug drop. ? when I drop I go outer space. Like I?m like Darth Vader?s face. Placed in a molten shower. Say something and get them proper. Mama poppa pouring out vodka. Mama Mia Em pass me the seeds. It?s ? Slaughterhouse ? better yet boy go home better yet boy ?. Better jet boy Mark Sanchez Santanio Holmes. I?m not just any old homeboy. Sitting in a lab picking up a pad. I be spitting bad I?mma get you mad with this gift I have. Lord duck sufferin succotash when the trigger blast I?mma put your beak on your fitted hat. Where the liquor at? Sip of yak. That bitchh and a vicious track ?. Sly Pro tools to boast Joe smooth I coast to the West like we?re tired of living at. New York here?s a piggyback ride to the motherland. Hold on brotherman on the other hand get down. I?m gutter fam gun butt you with the Eagle handle Cunningham. I don?t wanna talk I just wanna beef. I don?t want a piece I want it all baby boy. I don?t wanna eat I wanna feast up ? rough piece of shit. You done weak I?m the one capiche?. [Voice]. SlaughterHouse!. [Verse 5: Joe Budden]. Insane what they call us. Ain?t married to the game but you probably shouldn?t have came to the altar. Every bar like propane for the sawed-off using ? to forge you. Eminent Mr. Porter slaughter my cinnamons emminent torture. All of you feminine marauders that?s women at war. Men will assault you time is a bastard symbol of ?. Kidnap your trembling daughter at least a quarter. I?m administering supporters got an aura more like Sodom and Gomorrah. Normally something?s wrong with me. Claiming a quantity of the porn I see on the pause to me. When I fix the game they?ll think s**t came with a warranty. How the fuck are they gonna stop ? born to be. Corner me shit belong to me two choices you can get along with me. Or sit your faggot ass right there in dormancy. Wait all you missing is heels to be RuPaul. Ain?t nobody that?s real ever knew y?all. Second to none and I?m dealing with Marshall. This time I never come down deal with the blue balls. You ain?t gotta fear me but you?ll respect me. N****s who never met me threaten me. Why don?t you let me come ? I got some machetes. Swinging spaghetti like it?s heavy ? deserve an ESPY. In a Chevy like Andretti put the Dezzy where his chest be. [Voice]. Develdiii