[Verse 1: Eminem]
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Life handed me lemons
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I jumped back into the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it
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By now you just wish I'd fucking die but I electrify
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Get electrocuted, executed by an executioner of my flow too quick for the human eye to detect zooming by
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Guess who, what's happening guys?
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They told me to shit, I fell off that pot
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Hopped right back up on that crapper and I
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Said "fuck It" with a capital I
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Look who's back to antagonize
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You don't like it? You can eat shit, fuck off little faggot and die
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You're right back like a maggot on my dick grabbing at my shit, better get to the back of the line
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You wanna get your shot at me what kinda crap is that
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Battle, what kind of rapper would I be before I let another rapper think he's hot
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I'll bury my face in his stinky twat and go alalalala
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Girl my head space is limited, ain't even room in the back of my mind
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That's why I ain't thinking about you, I don't got time and I told you a thousand times
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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?
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Goddamnit Slaughterhouse is signed!
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SLAUGHTERHOUSE
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[Verse 2: Crooked I]
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I'm a menace villain, my pen is sitting spilling, my lyrics killing
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Then I let you witness shit when it hit the ceiling
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The niggas willing to give the listeners the sickest feeling
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Like mixing some Benadryl and penicillin
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Then I'm filling the clip with a written
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Can you picture my pistol drilling?
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A million women and children when I'm illing
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But it isn't real, it's a rap
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On the real, it's a wrap
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How could you possibly stop the Apocalypse
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When I'm atomic bombing the populous
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Shock the metropolis hostile as a kid
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Popping the Glock at his moms and his pops
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Then he hops in his drop with his iPod rocking the Slaughterish
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Documentation and lyrics I write with confidence
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Write like a columnist slash novelist
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I'm in this game to demolish, establish my dominance
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Over prominent rappers you popping shit till you opposite
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I can spit ominous so spit politics now I'm Haile Selassie, Gandhi, and Pac of this hip hop genre, bitch
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SLAUGHTERHOUSE
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[Verse 3: Royce da 5'9'']
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Lyrically I'm a cocaine Altoid
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Ability told brain it's a no brain bout boy
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Physically I'm literally a cocaine cowboy
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Wait wait, did I just go almost four bars without talking about my big dick?
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The other day me and your thick bitch had a great date and we ate cake
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And then we walked and then she tried to jack me off but she lost
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Cause she couldn't handle my shake weight, wait I sweared
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Irony of Ryan is I am bipolar while I'm rhyming standing beside a big old white bear
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Neither one of us fight fair, you are literally looking at Woody and Wesley in a movie
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With a white boy ain't got to jump no where cause I'm here
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Nigga I'm on fire yeah and I'm every bitch's dream
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One, two I'm coming for you, I'm a big old (big old) Nightmare!
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Nigga this the slaughter stepping up
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I'll pretty much slap your ass and tell you to shut the fuck up
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After that I'll slap your ass again and tell you to shut the fuck up shutting up
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And that's how you body a fucking beat
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SLAUGHTERHOUSE
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[Verse 4: Joell Ortiz]
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I should be the one that goes slow
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Get a stopwatch, clock my flow
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Hit the button on top watch the drug drop
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O O dot dot O, Yaowa
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When I drop I go outer space
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Blackout like Darth Vader's face
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Placed in a molten shower
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Say something and get them proper
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Mama poppa pouring out vodka
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Mama Mia, Em pass me the scissors there's visitors in the Slaughterhouse casa
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Better jet boy, better jet boy G4 chrome, better jet boy Mark Sanchez, Santanio Holmes
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I'm not just any old homeboy
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Sitting in a lab picking up a pad
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I be spitting bad, I'm a get you mad with this gift I have
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Lord duck sufferin succatash when the trigger blast I'm a put your beak on your fitted hat
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Where the liquor at? Sip of yak
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Bad bitch and a vicious track I relididax
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Sly Pro tools to boast Joe smooth I coast to the West like we're crooked of living at
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New York here's a piggyback ride to the motherland
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| Hold on brotherman, on the other |
