Session One - Eminem, Slaughterhouse

Ladies and gentlemen make some noise

Aww sh*t Yeah

Y’all ready to get this shit started or what

Well I brought some friends with me too

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 til I yack Jack Daniels and yap, burp bubbles

Attitudes immaturing, double shot of bacardi party

Vision is blurring, waa hooo I can’t see shit

My words get to slurring

Uh oh, you can call me R Kelly now or your 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 d*ck on the couch if you wanna cushion the blow

Then stomp your f*cking feet till you get to squishing a hoe

It’s panda-monium when you see him, damn

Baby you look good you’re giving me wood

You should pull over like a sweat shirt with a hood

You and me both

Break bread while I’m copping over this game

Now pinch a loaf now homie who’s your favourite pain in the a*s

Who claims to be spitting the same flames as me

I’m Kanye when he crashed

In otherwords 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 god-damn jaw-breaker in half

So stop the funk and start shaking ya a*s

Slaughterhouse in the house with the caucasion rapping

Just Blaze on the track

What the fuck is more amazing than that slut

Answer me that, Royce where you at?

I’m right here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers

Are prying you apart, lump 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, nig*a… f*ck your couch nig*a!

You screaming 'f*ck the world' with your middle finger up

While I’m over here shoving my d*ck 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, 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 touching that

Good day and good night, Ortiz where the f*ck you at?

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 harbour the art of you nice

It’s 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 (Holyfield)

And they bite ears

I’m right here, why wouldn’t I be, just waiting to be hooked to IV’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 intestine

This isn’t just an infection;

this won’t go away with penicillin injections

Millions of questions arose after they did an inspection

What I exhibit, seems to be non-contagious yet anybody can get it

Aww 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?

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 winning

I laugh when you fall the shit will be funny

I buy my bitch a new ass 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 Iguodala,

I bear more arms than 6 koalas;

as soon as a I draw get sent to

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, a syllable gun

Real as they come, Long Beach

Slaughterhouse equals swine flu try to do without trying

Cause to us it’s so easy, where, Jump-off Joe Beezy?