歌手:Slaughterhouse
专辑:《Slaughterhouse》

作词 : Montgomery, Ryan D.
作曲 : Montgomery, Ryan D.
The mic, the microphone
The mic, the microphone
The mic, the microphone
The mic, the microphone
The micToo many
Indians and no chiefs
I pull out the pistol when
I pull no piece
I'm the blueprint,
I have your clothes
Lookin' like they was designed by bullet holes and shoe prints
When I bless a joint, it's like
SpockCame up in the spot and grabbed the beat by the pressure point
I got the voc in touch,
I tell my ************
I'm a give up drinkin' when she give her emotions up
Too many enemies and no killers
Too many that hate snitchin' but know squealers,
I get stacks
I blam hard with the click-clack, that
Antarctica wrist wrap
I spit crack for yard *******z to get ****
Y'all gotta wait for the transporter to get back
So who's the illest?
What you talkin 'bout?
Die Hard like you
Bruce Willis when
I shoot to kill it
Too many hood guys, not enough good guys
The way you say ************ in plural is puss-i
I don't be ******' around on that microphone
When I'm kickin' them flows on that microphone
The illest ******* that's holdin' that microphone
I put my heart and my soul in that microphone
I put it down on that microphone
Turn up the mother******' sound on that microphone
But turn it down if you weak on that microphone
Lame *******z shouldn't speak on that microphone
My ultrasounds show me holdin' a microphone
That's on my momma,
I was born with a microphone
Groupies love
Crooked I on the microphone
Like James
Brown I'm a die on the microphone
Too many rappers need to leave this mic alone
They on the same bull************t that
Mike was on
You're lookin' at the unseen, missin' and to the unheard
I kill your career with one word
Slaughterhouse
You're verbally flirtin' with murder, you got some nerve
I lift your skirt like a young perv knock 'em out
We the mob, homie who need a job?
Plus I'm so fly tell
Derek Fisher
I need a lob
Too many in this industry
I need to rob
And if eatin' *******z made you obese,
I be The Blob
******* props, ******* this a different conquest
Listen this hear me spittin' think it's a pissing contest
I'm in it for power, if cowards try to stop me
They better off usin' a fi************n' pole to reel in the
Lock NessYes,
I got a barrel that'll spot wussies
If you are what you eat, how come
I'm not ************?
You lil' *******z better come off that microphone
I'm educated but
I'm dumb on that microphone
Don't even bother, you'll be done on that microphone
I turn a father to a son on that microphone
I'm a revolver in the slum on that microphone
And tell his
R's I don't need no microphone
Too many critics tend to be silly
Too many frogs go rabbit but never leave lilies
I get it poppin' like a ineen milli
Now I'm havin' a whale of a good time,
I'm a Free
WillyY'all lip singers take a pic, click, cheese really
Fans, who their man,
I'm they quick pick easily
None of you kids spit evenly
You body my verse is like a thick ************ leavin' me
Ha ha, too many fantasies and no fame
Too many claimin' insanity and they so sane
Less than wack
Scooby Snack lack flow game
Rappers everything
I do be that crack *******
Your career is doobie wraps, slap
Joe nameIn any one of them verses say hello to the hearses
Too many monkey see, monkey doers
I slaughter pigs on my tail like
Punky Brewster
*******z know
I get it in on that microphone
Y'all don't know where to begin on that microphone
I don't see how y'all could win on that microphone
A pioneer,
I set trends on that microphone
Decide who you wan' be on that microphone
I see a bunch of lil' me's, micro clones
Too many 20 milligram
Vic's I'm on
Killed the web, it don't matter what site you on
Save his mouth 'fore he's runnin' off
I tell 'em bridge or a tunnel, give a fluck how
I come across
All these wanna be tough guys, son is soft
Gun go off, havin' like a good show, just spun 'em off
Treat old-timers like fags who drop the soap
They mic got
Alzheimer's, forgot that they was ****
Too many dogs, not enough barkin' yet
Too many blueprints, not enough architects
Rhyme ain't started yet, still every bar's a mess
******* record sales or who the machine markets best
I'm the last mother******* that y'all should test
I'm the sharp shooter, you the *******
I target next
Too many frontin' like y'all that fly
Reach it 'cause we set the bar that high(Fool)
I don't be ******' around on that microphone
You lame *******z shouldn't speak on that microphone
You lil' *******z need to come off that microphone
*******z know
I get it in on that microphone
The mic, the microphone
The mic, the microphone
The mic, the microphone
The mic, the microphone
The mic, the microphone
The mic, the microphone