The Phone Call (Skit) - Slaughterhouse

My triggers is stupid you thugs is funny My guns be goin eh for the love of money Dumb fabulous rhymer give you luger lasagna Hula hoop hold ya I'll put your no

You're no good I have to cut you loooooose you loooooose Woo Hello hip hop goodbye music It's like a love hate relationship Ridin in the Ferrari while takin tri

I'm not afraid of the storm Noooo It seems like you're slipping away Ohhhhh I'm not afraid of the storm Noooo I'm not afraid of the storm You f****n with a kill

This is the life, we gone I ain't with the leanin' and rockin' That ain't even seen as a option You're nothin' without focus Woo, Long Beach (Lay your seats bac

Ladies and gentlemen (HEYYYY! HOOOO!) Slaughterhouse (HEYYYY!) Woo! Slaughterhouse in the place to be, see And we got what it takes to rock the mic We gon' tak

Yeah I said Once upon a time in a city that's mine There was a n***a named Nickel that spit like Big in his prime He got a 52 box original tick in the mind List

Lord.. Please continue to guide, direct, and protect my niggaz From the world, and from themselves Lord can you please shine that light on your sons They sent y

Tear drops in the pillow on my bed Still trying to keep my head up Know you'd rather see me dead And the raindrops keep on falling I said they keep on falling A

You herbs we merged, we're an alliance We fight fire with flame-throwers, why would you try us? We a outfit, equivalent to Voltron's That boy Crooked I's equiva