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lirik lagu slaughterhouse3 – micsteam

[hook]
get your hard hats, this that gangster sh*t
you don’t wanna be part of that, so don’t come to my habitat
i’ma get it real bl**dy, they gonna need some of that hazmat
all this murder sh*t * i thought i was past that, but i guess i’m not past that
i’ma zip a motherf*cker up in a duffel bag
cram as many body parts as i can up in the duffel bag
you shoulda never talked sh*t, you motherf*cker
i’ma make you all f*cking suffer
this is slaughterhouse3

[verse 1]
you new to this
think you the sh*t? that’s ludicrous
i’m true to this, they smoke buddah to this
i f*ck a cougar to this
i got too many rugers, i’m in your nightmare like freddy krueger
i’m like a corrupt software in your computer
beware of the intruder, i’m a shooter
my mind’s like in outer sp*ce, they call me lunar
and if you spreading rumours, i eat you up like a consumer
the only time you hard is with the sound effects
when i spit, i infect yo’ intellect
you a gangster only* hah, on the interweb

[verse 2]
i’m back again off vicodin and baclofen
a beautiful accident, lyrical master with the pen
i’m a disaster, ask your pastor
i bring ’em straight to the rapture
you actors getting captured
big dreams getting shattered like matter, the anti matter
y’all need to get p*ssed on, i’m ready to empty my bladder
you never seen blood spatter
you think you’re so lyrical, your name is erasable
ego so inflamed, got your head like an inflatable
so i can pop it easy, needle, no thread
only time you see your dreams is when you lying in bed
nothing but some b*tches, so fictitious when you spit it
i heat ’em down ’til they visit these ditches where they visit
your body been identified
this is slaughterhouse3
i speak in lyrical graveyards, try to stay calm
when i’m dropping bombs, jumping out of a war plane
with the war paint, with the war team
try to refrain from talking sh*t to the mentally deranged
can’t hang with a motherf*cker that be chopping like rambo
i just want what i came for, hit ’em with the flamethrow’
hit everything that i aim for, we out for the bank, bro
i must have h*rns, i never been good enough to rock the halo
i’m white but at least my skin is not orange
i leave the mic deformed, so many mumble rappers
we need hip*hop reformed, this a hip*hop sitcom
and if you make it to the top, how many d*cks is you sitting on?
these new age rappers i’m sh*tting on, hah
everybody wanna be a rapper, but real rappers don’t need autotune
didn’t really want to [?]
if you really want it, come get it
this is slaughterhouse3

- micsteam

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