[00:00:01] Check the scene, pappas [00:00:05] Slaughterhouse, still standing [00:00:09] There was a murder last night [00:00:12] And the shit didn't really sit right with me [00:00:15] So I had to tell a story [00:00:17] Ohhhhhhhhh baby! [00:00:20] Blood on the walls, [00:00:23] America's worst nightmare, ahead by light years [00:00:26] Hip-Hop's only shining star in the night's air [00:00:29] Right here, don't fight fair, what I write yeah [00:00:31] Might there, throw 'em off like they Bobby Knight's chair [00:00:34] I been where you trying to be, I'm already hot [00:00:37] All about cake, Betty Crock' and spit ready rock [00:00:40] They know my bar came venom in a bezzie rock [00:00:43] Kicked from fight club, outfit from Eddie Brock [00:00:46] I'm going for the kill, focused on a steady plot [00:00:49] John Wilkes the Booth like when he dead aimed his nezzie shot [00:00:51] You listenin to hip-hop's finest [00:00:54] You rewind this, Slaughterhouse behind this [00:00:57] I like rap, this shit is cool, I'm better than mad niggaz [00:01:00] But I'm just as good a crack pitcher as a pad ripper [00:01:03] I say that to say this [00:01:04] Don't let mad liquor turn me to a bodybag zipper and not a ad-libber [00:01:08] Couple joints ago I was right on that ave wit'cha [00:01:12] Mad bigger than the cats David Tyree had last winter [00:01:14] I'm not a made-up character [00:01:16] That's a Puerto Rican Brooklynite with two kids y'all see in them mag pictures [00:01:20] And however I gotta feed 'em I will [00:01:22] All they ever gon' need in life is just, me and my will [00:01:25] Interfere with that it's gong be more than a beat that I kill [00:01:28] Disrespect with an indirect and you will see if I'm real [00:01:31] F**k you blood-sucking parasites [00:01:33] I'm bringing the terror right in front of your parents' sight [00:01:36] You parents' eyes, and yeah I wear a pair of pipes [00:01:39] I wear 'em like Sega like on a pair of thighs [00:01:42] I'm Eric Wright, I'm (Ruthless), I terrorize [00:01:45] You'll either perish or be paralyzed; I'm a thousand degrees Fahrenheit [00:01:49] I'm even keepin them heaters when we perform [00:01:51] On stage rocking like we from Korn, the people roar [00:01:55] What they don't know it's a secret war [00:01:56] Inside of a rider I'm seeking revenge on the world for bein born! [00:02:00] And the desert eagle is "mi amor" [00:02:02] She'll f**k you to death, blow your brains, either or cause she a whore [00:02:06] Allow me to reassure your stripe's worthless [00:02:09] Like a pair of Diadora's when it leaves the Adidas store [00:02:12] Don't be comparin us to rappers [00:02:14] Compare us to the Arabs, this a terrorist attack, uh - BOOM! [00:02:17] Lord have mercy, we here to destroy EVERY-thing [00:02:20] You niggaz is butter in front a F**KIN machete swing [00:02:23] Motherf**ker I'm fly, I ain't no scary goon [00:02:26] Try me and I guarantee you I'ma see you very soon [00:02:29] Leave a nigga ass out like Prince, take his bitch [00:02:32] Put my (Graffiti Bridge) right (Under Her Cherry Moon) (woo!) [00:02:35] We notorious, pushin them Porsches [00:02:36] Y'all niggaz the orphans; US, we the warriors [00:02:41] Ohhhhh, wait a minute papis [00:02:43] Royce, slow down baby [00:02:45] This rap shit is a workout on my legs (why?) [00:02:48] A nigga goin hard on his bike but two million dudes is jumpin on the pegs [00:02:52] They know when that raw shit get recorded [00:02:54] Either let your speakers enforce it or lay down in a moshpit [00:02:57] Of course it's the bosses, acting like officers [00:03:00] Running in these corporate offices [00:03:03] Hungry looking or a four-course dish no matter what the cost is [00:03:06] Like the world's lawless so we don't know what remorse is [00:03:09] Cause the V need like a thousand horses [00:03:11] Slaughterhouse hoodie on, that's my new couture shit [00:03:15] It's Jumpoff! He be the best [00:03:17] Computers rank me number 1, blame the BCS [00:03:20] It's they fault nigga [00:03:21] Ask about your boy, I'm nice with my hands [00:03:23] Maybe that's why, every last thing I write is a jam