In the House - Slaughterhouse, Bar None

Yeah Brooklyn

I’m in the booth doin' my Joell Ortiz dance

Ah, ah, ah

Hahaa

Ever since I started hanging with Slim Shady, it’s making the pigs hate me

They racist as Dick Cheney;

scared to shake my hand and like maybe they get

rabies

They’re angry this shits crazy

So I’m fucking their hoes, their ladies get mixed babies

I live mainly like a role in a script

Written for somebody who holdin' his dick

That mean I never let a bitch play me, ay me?

I’m off beat, stop it Young Buck

You’re not hip to the flow fallin' in awkward pockets

Like the small one in top hip dumbfuck

(Crook keep going)

Teach your class while the speakers blast

New niggas out there eatin' ass;

bottoms up like they’re drinkin' glass

Sinkin' fast, not on no battleship

I’m not on no battle shit

I’m the king of spazz, ripping beats in half

The backroom to the cypher, nigga you name it

For Funk Flex, to weight scale, nigga you name it

(Keep going)

Hey you bitch niggas givin' me hell

Your body lean, when the shotty ring

Like freedom and crack, you’re like the Liberty Bell

A 180 spin then he fell

I’m givin' my enemies L’s

No disrespect, but I send them to where the Kennedy’s dwell

Sick as a Young Ozzy, Osbourne

I’s born to be a kamikaze, that’s airborne

Pop You like Asti Spumante

Body meet the concrete then I creep, then cock beat your auntie in rare form

Lames I never care for 'em

I’m callin' shots from a lawn chair with a air horn

Goin' hard on them hoes

If I sock-her it’s part of my goals, call it carnival closed

You’ve been fair warned

I even put a 187 on your spouse

Like she got aids/sperm on her mouth

That’s on the house!

Ay Crook, that’s how you feel huh?

I can dig it my G

House gang

This one’s on the house fellas

Hey Crook I’m doin' my dance too

It’s all head and shoulders, no shampoo

Beaver gang, who fucking with my damn crew?

Why the lights flickering?

Why the amp blew?

Cause I’m in this bitch, motherfucker, give me my chant (woo!)

Yaowa, I’m right at home I recite a poem

From inside my bone marrow narrow the microphone

Kings down to fall like you crawling tryin' to get out the door

But blaze behave, while we let the gasoline gallons pour

Better than whoever you pointing at

So though I’m not done, like a marijuana cypher, bring this joint back

Hey Crook I’m doin' my dance too

It’s all head and shoulders, god damn boo, you lickin' on the bamboo stick,

sugar

Prissy bitch, look where my dick took her

Don’t walk with your nose in the air, if you got big boogers

Puerto Rican 6 footers, sick shooter

38 special with the speed loader, they call me quick nuqquh

Knick pusher, turn thick booker, rhyme spit, cooker

Slice and dice rap beef, I’m the clique’s butcher

Got Gotham city going insane

I’ll come out the bat cave holding a cane

Everyone remain calm, I’m Bruce Wayne

Where the fuck is Bane!?!

Maintain stamina, my AK caliber flow

And say hello and push your brainwaves out of you mang

See how you ride with your handlebars off of your frame

Throw grenades to your crib, bang: Housegang

In came the truth in 'em, out came you lames

We don’t play the skinny jeans and the blouse game

We just tryna feast;

bon Apetit

Your Chinese prisoners gonna eat: chow mein

Bitch nigga, tryna stop the kids figures

And I’ll put 'cho ass on a plate, like a pinch hitter

Don’t try to rob DeNiro from Ben Stiller

Cause I’ll meet you Fockers with a cold right, that’s a chinchilla