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    Ladies and gentlemen
    Make some noise
    Aw shit
    Y'all ready to get this shit started or what
    Well I brought some friends with me too

    [Verse 1 - Eminem]
    Now I ain't back just for the sake of just saying I'm back
    I could relax but I'd rather stack ammo on tracks
    Couple Xanax light a couple wax candles then black out
    And relapse till I yack Jack Daniels and yap
    Burp bubbles, attitudes Immaturing
    Double shot of bacardi, party
    Vision is blurring, woh ho
    I can't see shit
    My words get to slurring uh oh
    You can call me R Kelly now or you're in trouble
    What's incurring before after enduring the show
    Has no baring on the bad news I'm baring whoa
    what is it word play?
    No I'm pushing you out the dumps
    So suck my dick on the couch if you wanna cushion the blow
    Now stomp your fucking feet till you get to squishing a hoe
    It's pandemo-nium standin' oh when you see him oh
    Damn baby you look good you're giving me wood
    You should pull over like a sweat shirt with a hood
    Snap work a napoleon you and me both
    Break bread while I'm coppin' over this game now pinch a loaf
    Now homie who's your favorite pain in the ass
    Who claims to be spitting the same flames as me
    I'm Kanye when he crashed
    In other words I got the hood on smash
    Like I stepped on the gas destroyed the front end
    Deployed the damn airbags from the dash
    Went through 'em and laughed
    Came back an hour after the accident
    And bit a goddamn jaw-breaker in half
    So stop taping the funk and start shaking ya ass
    Slaughterhouse in the house with the caucasian the rap
    Just Blaze on the track
    What the f-ck is more amazing than that slut
    Answer me that, Royce where you at?

    [Verse 2 - Royce D' 5'9"]
    I'm right here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers
    Are prying you apart tune-up on your head designed by a bar-stool
    Designed by a cartoon, before I need to be hired
    Jimmy 'Io fire Marshall
    The 9 tucked against the lining
    I pull it out and flip your partner upside-down
    Like ya'll are a couple 69ing
    It's like Rick James is shooting up your house n-gga
    F-ck your couch n-gga
    You screaming f-ck the world with your middle finger up
    While I'm over here shoving my dick in a hole in the mud
    My b-tch, know I'm perfectly fit for murder
    Because I murdered her, so you can call me Nickel the Oj the Glove
    I got a Posse of Insane Clowns
    Blow your brains on your opposite ear
    Then ask you how your brain sounds
    Bad, evil, weirdo, Alfred Ego, mad cerebral, you on your last burrito
    (What that mean Nickel?)
    It's a rap if you eating, get a beat then terrorize that b-tch like I'm Middle Eastern
    Slaughterhouse on fire, nobody touchin' that
    Good day and good night, Ortiz where the fuck you at?

    [Verse 3 - Joel Ortiz]
    I'm right here my Nike Airs buzz light-years ahead of my mic peers
    Quite scary to look at, a nightmare, where my book at I'll write fear
    In the heart of you tight squares, I harbor the art of you night square
    It's tight ware 'cause that made me hotter than my dear
    Uncle Al's breath after polishing off his 9th beer
    Homie chill listen, I swear, I'm God, I give tracks a holy feel
    And they bite ears
    I'm right here, why wouldn't I be, just waiting to be hooked to Ivs
    Monroe's brown when you look at my pee
    And this joint, no exception, so just point a direction, and record the pig's oink
    When I rip his intestines
    This isn't just an infection
    This won't go away with penicillin injections
    Millions of questions arouse after they did an inspection
    What I exhibit, seems to be non-contagious yet anybody can get it
    Aw shit I did it again, when I lit with this pen, I admitted this phlegm
    This time along side Em and the Em
    So tell a friend to tell a friend, write a disgusting hook
    Jump in shark water and swim, yo where the f-ck is Crook?

    [Verse 4 - Crooked I]
    I'm right here letting the shotty pop
    Quick as a karate chop, get your body shot, get your top chopped like a lollipop
    Come with Maserati drop in the body shot
    Get your mommy knocked, and your Uncle Tommy molli-wopped
    I take your life to the 9th inning
    A knife in a gunfight I love it me and my knife winnin'
    I laugh when you fall the shit will be funny
    I buy my bitch a new a-s and watch her sit on my money
    Man all the bitches holla, they wanna drop my bridges than jaw my dick and swallow
    Leave drawers in this Impala, I ball like Iguidala,
    I bear more arms than 6 koalas
    As soon as a I draw get sent to Alaba
    I kill with the tongue, I'm Atilla the Hun, I'm Genghis Khan, I'm a genius spawn
    I pillage your village for fun, And genius gun, a syllable gun
    Real as they come, Long Beach Sadan
    Slaughterhouse equals swine flu
    As I fly we do what you try to do without trying
    'Cause to us it's so easy, where, jump-off Joe Beezy

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