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Slaughter, Slaughter
Slaughter, Slaughter

im from a grimey city, from a bunch of miles away
with no regards for the law, im from a sovereigns state
from a murderous block, swirving in a convertible drop
making sure you heard my proverbial plot
im trying to take over the world like pinky the brain
my dream mistress is a bitch like Pinky with brains
or Roxy Renolds, i stick dick into her
she suck cock for a living, tongue kiss with mur
but i dont feel anger, tilt like the frame of the nickel
plated chrome 4-5, ima still bang her
original regenade niggas still afraid
more niggas follow than ashton kutchers twitter page
chowder time, yall write i sprinkle powder lines
if kelly beat his case, my lawyers gon' swallow mine
so put your nines on the crap table
you life gambling, im patron sippin, sign to black label
champaigne wishes become realities
bad bitch is fly minus the travel needs
my dick is the biggest thing on my anatomy
i diss niggas for nothing, like why you mad at me?
Nickel is definitely still wreckless
the last nigga got killed that made me feel threatened
who really cares what a rapper's talking
the only feeling that aint familiar is after losses
ill shoot Ed OG in the head and go back to Boston
with a trunk full of white, we call it Asher Rothen
fell honored if i talk about your ass often
you should wanna sleep into the bed i was jacking off in
its a reason these motherfuckers backing off him
he Floyd Mayweather, Paul Williams, and Chad Dawson
all rolled up in 1, his money trash talking
amongst bosses chilling out in cash office
nigga you testing the one, nickel second to none
im hotter than Texas at 3, im effecting the sun
i dont just sound raw
i disconnect your shit, have you walking around with Bobby Brown jaw
and then Whitney said, "crack is wack"
and it offended me like, "fluzy, why you dissing my music"
and you can ask Proof, we come from Choppa City
minus the wack suit, and the beef with Ness
forever inhaling the smell of that sweet success
the calico talking, saying "WE THE BEST"
im a fan teaser
this bitch saying, "who the fuck died and made you god"
i said jesus
im in the zone i feel like a star
and you know what to do if you feel like a frog
go jump into traffic, you playing frogger
i aint a blogger, Im Mr. Rearrange Your Aura
niggas thinking all i got is internet soldiers
09 is the fear year, respects ova
the OGs taught me how to do it one way
so i aint down for no games, unless its gun play
niggas'll murder judges, over murder grudges
i dont put money on heads, i just refer to cousins
i dropped off records, thats hot like a furnace
the needle on that record player, is hypothermic
the seafood from intervenace tube, kill you in private between me and you
im sick enough to go up in your house
sicking of rhymes, i spit up and throw up in my mouth, ugggghhh
you fucking around with the Slaughterhouse Conglomerad
like catching your parents fucking ill leave you traumatized
the beef live til the drama dies
my daughter can get struck by lightning if i aint down for homicide
you dont believe in me, you an atheist thug
my bitch pussy Delicious, its the Flavor of Love
fuck what they say, i tattoo your face
Danger, but that aint for The Love of Ray J
I got a cold heart, i call my penis dicky
'for i let yall bullshit me, ill let serena kick me
and she got thunder thighs, how could she be so heartless
and give you the business but i aint from the Chi
a product of the bores(sp?), where Barry Gordon records
im talking (something something) thats totally pure
i flow bodies of water, dead fisherman haunt me
i gotta temper of a trigger, the dick of a donkey
ima Soulja Boy, yea im the last breathing
no need to turn on my swag, come on im swag sleepin
yall niggas flows is old, yall sound like last weekend
(something) and with a bad Rican

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Im The Sharpshooter, You The Nigga I Target Next