Slaughterhouse – Everybody Down lyrics

As we proceed
To give you what you need
As we proceed
To give you what you need

Slaughterhouse up in this bitch
Get your bitch, make it quick
Joey, crook, you know we shut everybody down
Bitch this ain't no club hit
This ain't for no bitches
This a motherfucking stick-up
Quick, everybody down

I'm about to rob the hardest nigga out here
Yes I'm on my joker shit
I keep a Heath Ledger for the joke of it
I don't plan ahead of them, I don't gamble
I just keep a four four clip
Full of bullets than resemble poker chips

I'm so the shit, bitches jumping on my poker stick
Slaughterhouse you know we sick, everybody down
Take your bitch, same bitch you wake up with
Make her trick till her fucking thighs hurt
Momma if your pussy wet, shouldn't have a dry purse
Call me Ryan Rhinoplasty

I will augment your ass if you mess with God's work
When it come to drama, fighting second, homicides first
I don't look for drama, drama follows me so why search
Everybody, everybody we gon' need you quiet, sh
Slaughter got a message, everybody down
I'm a cheddar getter, you a teller

I don't care, whatever, I'll just scare the witnesses
I'm the illest in here, bring a pen and pad
And don't compare the sicknesses
Where the fuck the ruler at, so we can measure sentences
I am better than I've ever been, never been better
I don't follow trends, I set trends for the trendsetters, nigga

Slaughterhouse up in this bitch
Get your bitch, make it quick
Joey, Crook, you know we shut everybody down
Bitch this ain't no club hit
This ain't for no bitches
This a motherfucking stick-up
Quick, everybody down

And we proceed
To give you what you need
And we proceed
And now the drive by

First I pull up on your block, let my entire torch
All spit fire, burn down your empire's boardwalk
Bitch I am melting my rims, tires, draw off
Porsche hit the wall, then my pill high as war-off
Crawled out, grabbed the new banana clip
Lacerations on my face

Travel agents shit I still plan trip
Ran up on the first nigga who had a whip
Eat to die a hero, or abandon ship
(Get out your car nigga)
I could kill you now fuck a witness
I'm all about my business,
You all about your bitchness

And I ain't bout to slow down
You oughta ask you daughter
About fucking around with Slaughter, you bound to go down
I'm a disappear when you meet the Lord,
I'm a be a border G for the single pro in me and more
Or bring a whore to be a slur
Either or we ignore casualties of war
You can meet the floor now

Slaughterhouse up in this bitch
Get your bitch, make it quick
Joey, crook, you know we shut everybody down
Bitch this ain't no club hit
This ain't for no bitches
This a motherfucking stick-up
Quick everybody down

And we proceed
To give you what you need
And we proceed
To give you what you need

I get on my 'I don't give a fuck' kit
Fuck the money, fuck the wealth,
Fuck your label, fuck your lyrics,
You sit on a fucking shelve,
Lava so if ain't in the topic of the constant, the discussion fell
Tell the bitch that this dick game ain't no suck-itself

Nigga, I ain't no rapper I'm a mercenary
Every verse I bury, some will blame it on the perks I carry
Been in disguise when I failed or I lost
But they won't know I'm a god until I'm nailed on the cross
And these rappers is a mess, sad is if they best
Magnum to their chest, they could piss me

It won't matter what they said
They just rhyme, I just climb on the ladder to success
And maybe bring me some niggas that would rather me with less
My advice for the fuck boys, make some hard improvements
Career at a standstill how you gonna start a movement
Slaughterhouse the gang take part in what we doing
Or get steamed rolled over nigga pardon the intrusion

Slaughterhouse up in this bitch
Get your bitch, make it quick
Joey, crook, you know we shut everybody down
Bitch this ain't no club hit
This ain't for no bitches
This is a motherfucking stick-up
Quick, everybody down

As we proceed
To give you what you need
As we proceed
To give you what you need

Oh jack just heard my man snap, this is rubber band rap
Twisted chocolate canned cap, pop a Xanax tell everybody down
Paid for life, fucking around
Uppercut a clown, fuck being playful pay homie with a frown
I don't think y'all understand the magnitude
Mathematical, radical equations are easy to solve for power

I'm the square root of a truth table, in the booth able to
Raise the bar for some part of the 9th power
I don't pick a fool, I devour
You think you hot dog, I'm walking around with a sour
Kraut and onions, buns and ketchup mustard, relish
Wow, I think I'm a fart, everybody down

I don't want the crown, I rock a fitted navy brown
Well it's blue but y'all been colorblind since I'd came around
Nobody can see me, I'm pissed off like my pipi
Been bought in Luigi, be easy, Slaughterhouse this is it

Slaughterhouse up in this bitch
Get your bitch, make it quick
Joey, crook, you know we shut everybody down
Bitch this ain't no club hit
This ain't for no bitches
This a motherfucking stick-up
Quick everybody down

And we proceed
To give you what you need
And we proceed
To give you what you need

And we proceed
To give you what you need