[Verse 1: Eminem] 
Life handed me lemons 
I jump back into the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it 
By now you just wish I’d [bad word] die but I electrify 
Get electrocuted, executed by an executioner of my flow too quick for the human eye to detect zooming by 
Guess who, what’s happening guys? 
They told me to [bad word]  I fell off that pot 
Hopped right back up on that crapper and I 
Said " [bad word] you” with a capital I 
Look who’s back to antagonize 
You don’t like it? You can eat [bad word]  [bad word] off little [bad word] and die 
You right back like a maggot on my [bad word] grabbing at my [bad word]  better get to the back of the line 
You wanna get your shot at me what kinda [bad word] is that 
Battle, what kind of rapper would I be before I let another rapper think he’s hot 
I’ll bury my face in his stinky [bad word] and go alalalala 
Girl my head space is limited, ain’t even room in the back of my mind 
That’s why I ain’t thinking about you, I don’t got time and I told you a thousand times 
So how can I find the time to put an alkaline battery in Royce’s back and at the same time put juice in mine? 
Goddamnit Slaughterhouse is signed

SLAUGHTERHOUSE

[Verse 2: Crooked I] 
I’m a menace villain, my pen is sitting spilling, my lyrics killing 
Then I let you witness [bad word] when it hit the ceiling 
The niggas willing to give the listeners the sickest feeling 
Like mixing some Benadryl and penicillin 
Then I’m filling the clip with a written 
Can you picture my pistol drilling? 
million women and children when I’m illing 
But it isn’t real, it’s a rap 
On the real, it’s a wrap 
How could you possibly stop the Apocalypse 
When I’m atomic bombing the populous 
Shock the metropolis hostile as a kid 
Popping the Glock at his moms and his pops 
Then he hops in his drop with his iPod rocking the Slaughterish 
Documentation and lyrics I write with confidence 
Write like a columnist slash novelist 
I’m in this game to demolish, establish my dominance 
Over prominent rappers you popping [bad word] till you opposite 
I can spit ominous so spit politics now I’m Haile Selassie, Gandhi, and Pac of this hip hop genre, [bad word] 

SLAUGHTERHOUSE

[Verse 3: Royce da 5'9''] 
Lyrically I’m a cocaine Altoid 
Ability told brain it’s a no brain bout boy 
Physically I’m literally a cocaine cowboy 
Wait wait, did I just go almost four bars without talking about my big [bad word]  
The other day me and your thick [bad word] had a great day and we ate cake 
And then we walked and then she tried to jack me off but she lost 
Cause she couldn’t handle my [bad word]  wait I sweared 
Irony of Ryan is I am bipolar while I’m rhyming standing beside a big old white bear 
Neither one of us fight fair, you are literally looking at Woody and Wesley in a movie 
With a white boy ain’t got to jump no where cause I’m here 
 [bad word] I’m on fire yeah and I’m every [bad word] s dream 
One, two [bad word] for you, I’m a big old (big old) Nightmare! 
 [bad word] this the slaughter stepping up 
I’ll pretty much slap your [bad word] and tell you to shut the [bad word] up 
After that I’ll slap your [bad word] again and tell you to shut the [bad word] up shutting up 
And that’s how you body a [bad word] beat

SLAUGHTERHOUSE

[Verse 4: Joell Ortiz] 
I should be the one that goes slow 
Get a stopwatch, clock my flow 
Hit the button on top watch the [bad word] drop 
O O dot dot O, Yaowa 
When I drop I go outer space 
Blackout ike Darth Vader’s face 
Placed in a molten shower 
Say something and get them proper 
Mama poppa pouring out vodka 
Mama Mia, pass me the seeds 
It’s ? Slaughterhouse ? better yet boy go home, better yet boy ?
Better jet boy, Mark Sanchez, Santanio Holmes 
I’m not just any old homeboy 
Sitting in a lab picking up a pad 
I be spitting bad, I’mma get you mad with this gift I have 
Lord duck sufferin succatash when the trigger blast I’mma put your beak on your [bad word] hat 
Where the liquor at? Sip of ya