[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 yak
That [bad word] and a vicious track ?
Sly Pro tools to boast Joe s