SlaughtaHouse (explicit Death Mix)-Masta Ace Incorporated

SlaughtaHouse - Masta Ace Incorporated * this song has two parts: A. the cutting edge of hardcore rap; the most innovative stuff For 1993 -- gangsta parody following the classroom 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 mother*****ing single Our new sh*t Slaughtahouse This sh*t is called slaughtahouse Negro! coming off our last platinum lp Platinum lp _shits real killin mother*****ers dead_ Killin em dead And this is how we gonna rock sh*t for the nine-tray Verse one: mc negro Here come the craziest niggaz on earth Cutthroats, ever since birth Blood and guts are gonna spill Cuz its murder murder murder, and kill kill kill Chainsaw in my holster Barb-wire rope, and Ill hang ya like a poster So when I grab my axe you better drop Cause Im swing swing swing, and chop chop chop in the slaughtahouse Yeah, yo ign-ant mc Whassup? Show these niggaz what the dress code is Aight Verse two: ign-ant mc Strictly raiders and kings gear Only wear black and I dont 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 Im not jeffrey dahmer but Ill slaughta ya momma So open up the do To the slaughtahouse, so I can kill a little mo Outro: Yeahhh, mother*****er Yeah! This is mc negro And this the ign-ant mc And this sh*t is real over here, mother*****er, real real This is the brand new lp, its called _brains on the sidewalk_ Brains on the sidewalk! And all we wanna do now Is murder murder murder, kill kill kill Part b: paula perry, masta ase One two, one two This is paula perry and its a brand new year Time for the weak-a**, wack-a** No-skills, negative, anti-everything Mcs to get shut down Theyre gettin slaughtad! [lord digga] death to the wack mcs --> repeat 4x (welcome to the slaughtahouse!) Too many suckas, too many wack records gettin played Too much money bein made, its time for the wack to get slayed Take these suckas to war ase, take em to war! Its the jeep (a** niguh), its the jeep (a** niguh) Whatcha know about the jeep (a** niguh) Its the jeep (a** niguh), its the jeep (a** niguh) Here we go, with the jeep (a** niguh) (welcome to the slaughtahouse!) Never hear me talking I could kill a man!! Started making records but Im still a fan Ill 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, bass drum is smashin And crashin your bedroom walls, and monster mashin Dashin, man with the kick, that be flying Kids dont be trying, this trick cause Im scien- -tifical, ninety-nine rappers wanna kill To sound ill, you couldnt 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, its like a playpen Welcome to my slaughtahouse, theres no escapin This is the place where freestyling skills Are sharp like axes, and suckas get the chills Drum is the cash, like the rash youll be itchin For the green and, everybodys talking like theyre mean and Crazy, oh baby, youre 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 theres nothing worse than, a rapper when he fronts So throw your hands up in the air If you really dont care About the next mans life, you get the chair In the slaughtahouse [the price a rapper must pay] Outro: Whassup kid you hear that new album _brains on the sidewalk_? Yeah its fat right? Yeah I like that part Murder murder murder, and kill kill kill Yaknow thats what its all about Yeah Im gonna be just like that when I grow up You think I aint? [lord digga] This is a brand new year for mother*****ers 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 enemys in the mirror Long is the road to freedom from self-destruction The slaughtahouse, breeds death Death to the *faggot-a*** average wack mcs And death of the original man, turned killer man