Where Sinners Dwell (Explicit)-DJ Drama/Slaughterhouse

Where Sinners Dwell Slaughterhouse I'm coming from the depths of the city where sinners dwell We finish frail niggas with shells from splinter cells When losers win, winners fail, I'll cut your nose off To spite your face, until you decay you can't even call your scent a smell Mommy dragging a donkey, I'll pin a tail I been writing so dark and for so long, my pen is pale For the money y'all impale, your heart with twenty ten inch nails Put a hole in your racket like I turned your tennis ball into a spin and Snail I laid off, they whole flow, on my day off I sprayed off That fofo, then made off, with more dough then Madoff I'm the Adolf, Hitler, of this sh*t bruh No soul, my skeleton sneak Your ho, got a hella physique I hope she know I shoot boat loads Bon appetit, when she get to this house I'm a spit this out, turn a chicken's mouth to a pelican beak Heartbeat ready, as I done, sloppy steady Watch her do it, slob that knob. drop that jaw And watch her come up, Rocsi Eddie From the depths of the city where sinners dwell From the depths of the city where sinners dwell From the depths of the city where sinners dwell From the depths of the city where sinners dwell I'm coming from where sinners dwell Where ghetto America's future is poverty We inherited Lucifer's property They giving us niggas Hell Choose your philosophy Is usually hypocrisy Lose your democracy Nobody vote counting in 2012 So my Ruger is watching me I move to the monopoly properly And due to this ruthless economy I got sh*t for sell Our music's anomaly You dudes are just comedy In lieu of monogamy Your pooky on top of me I did oh well, all my neighbors heard that vixen yell The way I make that headboard quake, rate my sex on the Richter Scale Put it in a coffin, no pillow talking, cause all too often, a b**ch will Tell Only thing left on my pillow was a piece of a weave and some Paul Mitchell Liquid gel No one liver, yeah Go back and find her Ni**a that mainly spit, crazy sh*t Prozac and fiber No rap surviver, ni**a, don't act MacGyver When it get real in the field you a meal No appetizer