Total Slaughter

Lyrics
[Bridge: Royce da 5'9"] Total slaughter, total slaughter I won't leave a single man alive La-di-da-di-die, la-di-da-di-die Let's begin killing time [Verse 1: Joe Budden] Want no part to your bars hooks or similes So make sure the trash ain't put in my memory Songs sound like you ain't put in no energy I'm all time great i'll be put with the Kennedy's Veteran savvy rookies should know Never mind beef all about pussy and dough You can get put in the bag like I took it to go In the crib trophy case only took it for show It's me steppin' on comp, they all dead corpses Now it look like i'm wearing all red forces Don't wanna be hearing niggas scream "i'll clinch" Y'all already know who seen 'bout this (House Gang Whuddup!) [Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9] Thuggin' you love it, dead 'em, it's nuttin' to say Behead him and leaving his head on public display Holy mother of god i'm fuckin' a virgin Mary i'm using a rubber Yeah i'm gettin' money High's and lows I rise and pose like Heisman trophy's Pardon me 'cuz as I impose I O.D All my foes and peers i've know for years I no longer hear so y'all should call me OG My style is squeeze and he constant meets content So a memory of Trayvon Martin I take a man hood from him and then I feed him the Fleece Johnson Y'all don't want it with the HOUSE GANG! [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9] Pick 'em up let 'em lay Where I'm from we see a fucking dead body every day Where I'm from we see a fucking dead body every day Where I'm from we catch a body every day Yeah we all about that (Slaughter, Slaughter, Slaughter, Slaughter, Slaughter, Slaughter, Slaughter) Pick 'em up let 'em lay Where I'm from we see a fucking dead body every day Where I'm from we see a fucking dead body every day Where I'm from we catch a body every day Yeah we all about that (Slaughter, Slaughter, Slaughter, Slaughter, Slaughter, Slaughter, Slaughter) [Verse 3: KXNG Crooked] Everybodys on everything Promethazine and phetamines the shit you never seen like ketamine Niggas on bikes drug peddling Married to the life fuck a wedding ring I'm high as billie holiday, homes In this modern day Rome, slaughters gotta stay on Gimme a bottle now with chicas winning the lotto If your women ain't willing to swallow tell your daughter stay home I just fucked me a black girl, and a white girl at the same time up in this bitch You ain't never fuck a black girl, and a white girl, at the same time unless the bitch mix Flagrant, poor sportsman, in the Icabod Crane thing That's the drop Ferrari headless horseman I'm too drunk to stop for law enforcement fuck that! [Chorus] [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9] Pick 'em up let 'em lay Where I'm from we see a fucking dead body every day Where I'm from we see a fucking dead body every day Where I'm from we catch a body every day Yeah we all about that (Slaughter, Slaughter, Slaughter, Slaughter, Slaughter, Slaughter, Slaughter) Pick 'em up let 'em lay Where I'm from we see a fucking dead body every day Where I'm from we see a fucking dead body every day Where I'm from we catch a body every day Yeah we all about that (Slaughter, Slaughter, Slaughter, Slaughter, Slaughter, Slaughter, Slaughter) [Bridge: Royce da 5'9"] Total slaughter, total slaughter I won't leave a single man alive La-di-da-di-die, la-di-da-di-die Let's begin killing time
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Credits
- Writers
- Mike Smith (Smith & Hay)
- Crooked I
- Jonathan Hay (Producer)
- Royce Da 5'9"
- Joe Budden