Everybody Down

Bitch I am melting my rims, tires, draw off

Porsche hit the wall, then my pills high as war-off

Crawled out, grabbed the new banana clip

Lascerations on my face

Travel agents shit I still plan trip

Ran up on the first nigga who had a whip

Eat to die a hero, or abandon ship

(Get out your car nigga!)

I could kill you now fuck a witness

I'm all about my business, you all about your bitchness

And I ain't bout to slow down

You oughta ask you daughter

About fucking around with Slaughter, You bound to go down

I'm a disappear when you meet the Lord,

I'm a be a border G for the single pro in me and more

Or bring a hoard or be a slur

Either or we ignore casualties of war you can meet the floor now

Slaughterhouse up in this bitch

Get your bitch, make it quick

Joey, Crook, you know we shut everybody down

Bitch this ain't no club hit

This is a motherfucking stick-up

Quick, everybody down

As we proceed

To give you what you need

As we proceed

To give you what you need

I get on my 'I don't give a fuck' kit

Fuck the money, fuck the wealth,

Fuck your label, fuck your lyrics,

You sit on a fucking shelve,

Lava so if ain't in the topic of the constant, the discussion fell

Tell the bitch that this dick game ain't no suck-itself

Nigga, I ain't no rapper I'm a mercenary

Every I bury, some will blame it on the perks I carry

Been in disguise when I failed or I lost

But they won't know I'm a god until I'm nailed on the cross

And these rappers is a mess, sad is if they best

Magnum to their chest, they could piss me

It won't matter what they said

They just rhyme, I just climb on the ladder to success

And maybe bring me some niggas that would rather me with less

My advice for the fuck boys: make some hard improvements

Career at a standstill how you gonna start a movement

Slaughterhouse the gang take part in what we doing

Or get steamed rolled over nigga pardon the intrusion

Slaughterhouse up in this bitch

Get your bitch, make it quick

Joey, Crook, you know we shut everybody down

Bitch this ain't no club hit

This is a motherfucking stick-up

Quick, everybody down

As we proceed

To give you what you need

As we proceed

To give you what you need

Ya'll just heard my man snap, this is rubber band rap

Twisted?, Pop a xantax tell Everybody Down

Paid for life, fucking around

Uppercut a clown, fuck being playful pay homie with a frown

I don't think ya'll understand the magnitude

Mathematical, radical equations are easy to solve for power, yaowa

I'm the square root of a truth table, in the booth able to

Raise the bar for some part of the 9th power

I don't pick a fool, I devour

You think you Hot dog, I'm walking around with a sour

Crown and onions, buns and ketchup mustard, relish

Wow I think I'm a fart, Everybody Down!

I don't want the crown, I rock a fitted navy brown

Well it's blue but ya'll been colorblind since I'd came around

Nobody can see me, I'm pissed off like my pipi

Then bought it in?, be easy, Slaughterhouse this is it

Slaughterhouse up in this bitch

Get your bitch, make it quick

Joey, Crook, you know we shut everybody down

Bitch this ain't no club hit

This is a motherfucking stick-up

Quick, everybody down

As we proceed

To give you what you need

As we proceed

To give you what you need