ladies and gentlemen frequency i present the new fight club up in this bitch we go by the name of slaughterhouse we outta here only one rule no rule no rule joey no rules gunshots no prob no jewels niggas say i got robbed i m still wearin my bling and fuck first class i fly standin on virgin america s wing nuts hang knockin down skyscrapers take a piss make it rain i m the american dream make it rain i ain t pacman jones nigga balls and my word all a black man owns if you in that man s zone how you figure to gain can t bowl a 300 in another nigga lane better aim you dealin with a 7 10 split that s long beach cause we on some 7 10 shit i ve been nice since 227 man shit i am sick and i m never gettin better that s it give me somethin sharp to sever that prick like a group broke up i will dismember that clique i m a veteran remember that shit we some internet rappers then why you on our internet dicks we ll be there when it s war callin either we high or we fly or the floor fallin i m a tommy gun it ain t no best the rap game like a st louis verses new york battle nobody won a bunch of fuckin 2 s and 3 s like zone defense please get at dudes ortiz hold up won t stop can t stop thank pops hard headed gotta hit a wall first like a bank shot get it clear a cokehead s a thin line between friend or foe won t let the shit disappear this fiscal year i mma stay hot buzzin with dudes that help me shoot like a rod cousin walk in my shoes and your feet get callous from jersey city to caesars palace i speak with malice just to make sure the street gets salvaged real talk where would all us be without it slaughterhouse no fear too many dudes tyson chandler tried to leave they team and went nowhere  like tyson chandler in the past niggas on some bullshit royce tell preme i got a full clip niggas used to run when they saw suge s face faster than joey and joell in a foot race now you ask me where the incident took place don t check the internet check hood space you dealin with some intelligent creatures i don t touch guns i draw with telekinesis no fingerprints on crooked s mag i m mixed with good and bad like the goodfellas and jesus first biggie and jay made it i ll leave a bandanna at your murder and make it gang related the bitch at the shonie s told me homie ortiz i m the one and only pick a spot i pick apart you dudes who pick a part this ain t a movie i feel bad like lookin at a pic of pac niggas hearts gettin sparked every time i give a arc to my wrist and it twists like a spliff when i m sittin in the park tall corny niggas ain t makin a bigger mark i ll boost drugs what i does got em runnin to get a narc you guppies unlucky you in a tank with a shark teeth crooked like my dog who just finished a vicious bark flick a dart through your top hat weak mc s you cannot rap freq where the drop at now you mad at tahiry cause your ass ain t famous get it nigga your ass ain t famous quit talkin bout me cause ya ass ain t dangerous they call me hustler because my mag game heinous show up to detroit thinkin you and i mma come and show you that ya ass ain t dumbin every line me fuckin bitches like the cops after a murder they cummin comin every time shell toes and wissam jacket the contractor still pushin elbows like a linebacker and y all playin my worldwide bitches on my worldwide watch i call it the broadband slaughterhouse y all know what it is man