Slaughtahouse Lyrics by Masta Ace Incorporated

Slaughtahouse Lyrics

    * 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

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