歌詞:
Slaughterhouse

up Know you'd rather see me dead And the raindrops keep on falling I said they keep on falling And they keep on falling I said they keep on falling Slaughterhouse

Grind Music bitch! [Sheek Louch] Aiyyo Joell, I'm on this son {"Put some money on it"} Yeah, Don Corlito flyin out a Tito The further I get the ground

high in the sky Put 'em up high, put 'em up high Put 'em up high, fingers in the sky Put 'em up, Slaughterhouse, Slaughterhouse Ohh, ohh, Fatman Scoop, Slaughterhouse Fatman Scoop, Slaughterhouse

Intro: Joe Budden] Ladies and gentlemen! Frequency, I present The new fight club up in this bitch (Slaughterhouse) We go by the name of Slaughterhouse

Hello hip-hop, goodbye music It's like a love hate relationship Ridin' in the Ferrari while takin' trips Compared to beer takin' sips Sittin' somewhere

I'm not afraid of the storm, no It seems like you're slipping away I'm not afraid of the storm, no I'm not afraid of the storm You fuckin' with a killa

fuck with my team? Pretty ass thing with the infrared beam Sleep on that and get killed while you dream Fuck a rap group Slaughterhouse a machine Slaughterhouse

Slaughterhouse Sex and drugs and dirty money On the race to rule the world You cut your teeth on fame and diamonds Your time is up now, three, two, one

at all Snatch your vocal chords out then plug 'em in my wall You a knife at a gun fight, our shit is raw You a square, you're silverware in a civil war The Slaughterhouse