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 "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 motherfucking single Our
new s titSlaughtahouse
This
s titis called Slaughtahouse Negro
Coming! off our last platinum lp Platinum
lp _Shit's
Real Killin' Motherfuckers Dead_ Killin
em dead And
this is how we gonna rock s titfor the nine-tray Verse

One mc: Negro Here

come the craziest ni z***on earth Cutthroats
ever, since birth Blood
and guts are gonna spill 'cause
it's murder murder murder and, kill kill kill 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 Whassup
Show?
these ni z***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 kill a little mo' Outro

Yeahhh:

m, r**********Yeah
This!
is mc Negro And
this the Ign-ant mc And
this s titis real over here m, r**********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 kill, kill kill 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-ass, No-skills**
negative, anti-everything, Mc's
to get shut down They're
gettin Slaughta'd [Lord!
Digga] Death to the wack mc's -- repeat> 4X (Welcome
to the Slaughtahouse )!Too
many suckas too, many wack records gettin played Too
much money bein made it's, time for the wack to get slayed Take
these suckas 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 kill 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, bass, 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 kill 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 skills Are
sharp like axes and, suckas 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

Whassup:

kid you hear that new album _Brains on the Sidewalk_ Yeah?
it's fat right Yeah?
I like that part Murder
murder murder and, kill kill kill 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 motherfucker'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, death Death
to the faggot-ass *average* wack mc's And
death of the original man turned, killer man