The Warriors

Check this scene, boppers

Slaughterhouse, still standing

There was a murder last night

And the shit didn't really sit right with me

So I had to tell the story

Awww, baby

Blood on the wall

America's worst nightmare, ahead by light years

Hip-Hop's only shining star in the night's ear

Right here, don't fight fair, what I write here

Might dare, throw 'em off like they Bobby Knight's chair

I been where you tryin' be, I'm already hot

All about cake, Betty Crock' and spent ready rock

They know my bar came venom and the Bezzy rock

Kicks from Fight Club, outfit from Eddie Brock

I'm going for the kill, focused on a steady plot

John Wilkes the booth like when they dead aim the Mezi shot

You listening to Hip-Hop's finest

You rewind this, Slaughterhouse behind this

I like rap, this shit is cool, I'm better than mad niggas

But I'm just as good a crack pitcher as a pad ripper

I say that to say this, don't let mad liquor

Turn me to a body bag zipper and not an ad-lipper

Couple joints ago, I was right on that Ave with ya

Mag bigger than the catch David Tyree had last winter

I'm not a made-up character

That's a Puerto Rican Brooklynite with

Two kids y'all see in them mag pictures

And however I gotta feed 'em, I will

All they gon' ever need in life is just me and my wheels

Interfere with that, it's gon' be more than a beat that I kill

Disrespect with an indirect and you will see if I'm real

Fuck you bloodsucking parasites

I'm bringing the terror right in front of your parents' sight

Your parents' eyes, and yeah, I wear a pair of pipes

I wear 'em like cellulite on a pair of thighs

I'm Eric Wright, I'm ruthless, I terrorize

You'll either perish or be paralyzed

I'm a thousand degrees Fahrenheit

I'm even keeping them heaters when we perform

On stage rocking like we from Korn, the people roar

But they don't know it's a secret war inside of a writer

I'm seeking revenge on the world for being born

And the Desert Eagle is mi amor

She'll fuck you to death, blow your brains

It's either or, 'cause she a whore

Allow me to reassure your stripes worthless

Like a pair of Diadoras when it leaves the Adidas store

Don't be comparing us to rappers

Compare us to the Arabs, it's a terrorist attack, boom

Lord have mercy, we here to destroy everything

You niggas is butter in front of fucking machete swings

Motherfucker, I'm fly, I ain't no scary goon

Try me and I guarantee you I'ma see you very soon

Leave a nigga ass out like Prince

Take his bitch, put my graffiti bridge right under her cherry moon

We notorious, pushing these Porsches

Y'all niggas the orphans, we the warriors

Awww, wait a minute, boppers

Royce, slow it down baby

This rap shit is a workout on my legs

A nigga going hard on his bike

But two mean dudes is jumping on the pegs

They know when that raw shit get recorded

Either let your speakers enforce it or lay down at a mosh pit

Of course it's the bosses, acting like officers

Running in these corporate offices

Hungry looking for a four-course feast, no matter what the course is

Like the world's lawless so we don't know what remorse is

'Cause the V need like a thousand horses

Slaughterhouse hoodie on, that's my new couture shit

It's jump off, he be the best

Computers rank me number one, blame the BCS

They fault, nigga

Ask about your boy, I'm nice with my hands

Maybe that's why every last thing I write is a jam

Minus the fans, the flights to Japan, I am the man

Anyone who feel they can see me is in dire need of an eye exam

My mind expands wider than the fanbase of a fire band

And what I release from my diaphragm

Sticks to you, like the wrists of Spider-Man

Fool the average listeners what you

Liars can do but you will die a scam

When I die they will retire my entire hand

For years of scripting whoop-ass, making intruders cry a can

I guess the moral of the story is Joell's victorious

And ay, things all gravy like Victoria's

I left a nigga dead 'cause he said he was ready for I

Let the Beretta give him wings since he said he was fly

I'm in my Chevy riding to Bar Exam and mood music

They the closest to Reasonable Doubt and Ready to Die

Crooked I, watch for snitches and wire devices

My four-fifth fire in crisis, lift you higher than prices

On my ice, and on the mic I am the nicest

Me and my bitch ride for life like Osiris and Isis, yeah

Mortar on DMC, I'm tougher than Leatherface

Never threw a gun in the trash but they call me weapon waste

It's like you moving from the projects to the Hamptons

The way my hammers be sending bastards to a better place

Let me set it straight, they fans been led astray

Niggas keep gassing with guns with unleaded spray

They don't know they one flow, one medical way

From being taken away from here in a leaded state

I handle all of my serious issues with metal

I stick you so deep in the earth your zipper can tickle the devil

I'm skipping the pick and the shovel

I'm picking you up and I'm shoving your

Head in the mud until your kickers is level

Pardon, I live for the moment, you rhyming, I give the atonement

Like the Indians, I scalp and I wig the opponent

But I'm a chief, matter of fact I'm a beast

I'm a motherfucking Slaughterhouse G