Masta Ace Incorporated - Slaughtahouse * lyrics

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Masta Ace Incorporated - Slaughtahouse * lyrics

* this song has two parts: A. "the cutting edge of hardcore rap; the most innovative stuff For 1993" -- gangsta parody following the "cla**room" skit B. paula perry introduces the _real_ slaughtahouse Part a: (yeah... yeah... yeah...) This is mc negro And this is this ign-ant mc And this is our new motherf**ing single Our new sh** Slaughtahouse This sh** is called slaughtahouse Negro! coming off our last platinum lp Platinum lp _sh**'s real k**in' motherf**ers dead_ k**in em dead And this is how we gonna rock sh** for the nine-tray Verse one: mc negro Here come the craziest n***az on earth Cutthroats, ever since birth Blood and guts are gonna spill Cuz it's murder murder murder, and k** k** k** Chainsaw in my holster Barb-wire rope, and i'll hang ya like a poster So when i grab my axe you better drop Cause i'm "swing swing swing, and chop chop chop" in the slaughtahouse Yeah, yo ign-ant mc Wha**up? Show these n***az what the dress code is Aight Verse two: ign-ant mc Strictly raiders and kings gear Only wear black and i don't know how to act No more... so come and take a chance and Mess around with the black charles manson Body parts in the freezer I'm not jeffrey dahmer but i'll slaughta ya momma So open up the do' To the slaughtahouse, so i can k** a little mo' Outro: Yeahhh, motherf**er Yeah! This is mc negro And this the ign-ant mc And this sh** is real over here, motherf**er, real real This is the brand new lp, it's called _brains on the sidewalk_ Brains on the sidewalk! And all we wanna do now Is murder murder murder, k** k** k** Part b: paula perry, masta ase One two, one two This is paula perry and it's a brand new year Time for the weak-a**, wack-a** No-sk**s, negative, anti-everything Mc's to get shut down They're gettin slaughta'd! [lord digga] d**h to the wack mc's --> repeat 4x (welcome to the slaughtahouse!) Too many s**as, too many wack records gettin played Too much money bein made, it's time for the wack to get slayed Take these s**as to war ase, take em to war! It's the jeep (a** niguh), it's the jeep (a** niguh) Whatcha know about the jeep (a** niguh) It's the jeep (a** niguh), it's the jeep (a** niguh) Here we go, with the jeep (a** niguh) (welcome to the slaughtahouse!) Never hear me talking "i could k** a man!!" Started making records but i'm still a fan I'll take you down, i break your crown I make you frown, i wake the town Tick, check it out tock i rock your whole block Got the funk dialect in stock With the boom, bashin, ba** drum is smashin And crashin your bedroom walls, and monster mashin Dashin, man with the kick, that be flying Kids don't be trying, this trick cause i'm scien- -tifical, ninety-nine rappers wanna k** To sound ill, you couldn't find their brains with a drill Check it... *sound of a drill* [what a funny little house!] (welcome to the slaughtahouse!) Welcome to my slaughtahouse, it's like a playpen Welcome to my slaughtahouse, there's no escapin This is the place where freestyling sk**s Are sharp like axes, and s**as get the chills Drum is the cash, like the rash you'll be itchin For the green and, everybody's talking like they're mean and Crazy, oh baby, you're ready, for this yo Make me, a poster, holdin, a pistol Then i can be the (man) I can be the (man) Cause they see me with the gun in my hand I, am not, down with the standard The man did, not do, what every other man did Candid, just like the man allen funts And there's nothing worse than, a rapper when he fronts So throw your hands up in the air If you really don't care About the next man's life, you get the chair In the slaughtahouse [the price a rapper must pay] Outro: Wha**up kid you hear that new album _brains on the sidewalk_? Yeah it's fat right? Yeah i like that part Murder murder murder, and k** k** k** Yaknow that's what it's all about Yeah i'm gonna be just like that when i grow up You think i ain't? [lord digga] This is a brand new year for motherf**er's heads to start burstin Masta ase, incorporated Ase, lord digga, shiloh, eyceurok, the brooklynites And the floor builder Watch your back black man Your biggest enemy's in the mirror Long is the road to freedom from self-destruction The slaughtahouse, breeds d**h d**h to the *f*ggot-a*** average wack mc's And d**h of the original man, turned k**er man