slaughterhouse

joe budden

aiyyo joey what you said

24 right?

aight cool

i got you

uhh

i define gutter - every time i rhyme

i climb up another notch

hip-hop got my spine smothered

but i'll be fine brother - my mind hovers

above all you jive suckers wishin

that's word to my mother

you throw a shot at me

i'm throwin a shot back

yours is on a joint

mine's whistlin by your top hat

yeah i'm cool but you violate and i'll cock back

open the mac's mouth and black out like i do not rap

i'm sick and tired of niggaz lyin

they fifth is lyin in the second drawer next door to some bullshit they iron

y'all be makin up stories the little kids is buyin

i do everything my +penn state+ like a nittany lion

i ain't gotta mention the streets on a song

to get in a nigga ass on these beats like a thong

pause

veterans co-sign me

the up-and-comers scared

the pretty girls go papi