Slaughterhouse

Album cover art for "Slaughterhouse" by Wax

Wax - Rap

Slaughterhouse

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Elements of dot Music business [Verse 1] Every word that I say is remorseless Tears dudes apart like when gays get divorces You are dealing with dangerous forces Every word's carried with cranes or with forklifts This is heavy shit, this ain't nothing light The production's like walking to a construction site Swinging I-beams, crushing rhyme schemes Veteran cops, puking guts off at the crime scenes The type of rhyme that leaves a bad taste in your mouth Turn that shit on and it sounds like a drag race in your house We make wild joints, earnin' style points Spit that mildew I just licked off my tile joints [Chorus] They all fall down, it's your turn now Just one more gal to the slaughterhouse [Verse 2] Motherfucker, I drill a hole down deep into your skull And reach down in that motherfucker and come out with your soul Then I crush that shit up and mix it with yayo Mix it up, tip it to the booth and start spitting it fuego, bitch I'm fucking light-years ahead of you lame brains Rappers end up living in small towns with their names changed Yeah, up in fortified houses With embarrassed children and their mortified spouses In my wake I leave miles of carnage Piles of garbage, compiles of cartilage And bones and other assorted body parts Cannibals follow me at a distance with shopping carts [Chorus] They all fall down, it's your turn now Just one more gal to the slaughterhouse [Verse 3] Welcome to the factory, sit down Just conveyor belt and prepare to feel the same way the last day's naysayers felt And don't give me that fucking fake surprise Look, man — suck a dick You know damn well going in you wasn't shit Dirty lowlifes, piss and hating-ass peons Talking about me or about my man EOM Yeah, but this bitching and whining just keeps my man chopping like kitchen appliances We magnificent scientists Call up your manager, tell him we just ripped his whole client list There's a shit on his list of his contacts Puke and spit and pissed on his contracts They are void now, they're destroyed now His assistants are all unemployed now A decoy cow, mind of a snake Followers line up and wind up in steaks [Outro]

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Credits

Writers
  • EOM
  • Wax