[Verse 1 eminem]

Life handed me lemons

I jump back into the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it

By now you just wish I'd f_cking die but I electrify

Get electrocuted, executed by an executioner of my

Flow too quick for the human eye to detect zooming by

Guess who, what's happening guys?

They told me to sh_t, I fell off that pot

Hopped right back up on that crapper and I

Said "f_ck you" with a capital I

Look who's back to antagonize

You don't like it? you can eat sh_t, f_ck off little faggot and die

You right back like a maggot on my d_ck grabbing at

My sh_t, better get to the back of the line

You wanna get your shot at me what kinda crap is that

Battle, what kind of rapper would I be before I let

Another rapper think he's hot

I'll bury my face in his stinky twat and go alalalala

Girl my head space is limited, ain't even room in the back of my mind

That's why I ain't thinking about you,

I don't got time and I told you a thousand times

So how can I find the time to put an alkaline battery

In royce's back and at the same time put juice in mine?

Goddamnit slaughterhouse is signed.

Slaughterhouse

[Verse 2 crooked i]

I'm a menace villain, my pen is sitting spilling, my lyrics killing

Then I let you witness sh_t when it hit the ceiling

The n_ggas willing to give the listeners the sickest feeling

Like mixing some benadryl and penicillin

Then I'm filling the clip with a written

Can you picture my pistol drilling?

A million women and children when I'm illing

But it isn't real, it's a rap

On the real, it's a wrap

How could you possibly stop the apocalypse

When I'm atomic bombing the populous

Shock the metropolis hostile as a kid

Popping the glock at his moms and his pops

Then he hops in his drop with his ipod rocking the slaughterish

Documentation and lyrics I write with confidence

Write like a columnist slash novelist

I'm in this game to demolish, establish my dominance

Over prominent rappers you popping sh_t till you opposite

I can spit ominous so spit politics now I'm haile selassie,

Gandhi, and pac of this hip hop genre, b_tch.

Slaughterhouse

[Verse 3 royce da 5'9'']

Lyrically I'm a c_caine altoid

Ability told brain it's a no brain bout boy

Physically I'm literally a c_caine cowboy

Wait wait, did I just go almost four bars without talking

About my big d_ck?

The other day me and your thick b_tch had a great day and we ate cake

And then we walked and then she tried to jack me off but she lost

Cause she couldn't handle my sh_t, wait I sweared

Irony of ryan is I am bipolar while I'm rhyming standing

Beside a big old white bear

Neither one of us fight fair,

You are literally looking at woody and wesley in a movie

With a white boy ain't got to jump no where cause I'm here

N_gga I'm on fire yeah and I'm every b_tch's dream

One, two I'm coming for you, I'm a big old (big old) nightmare!

N_gga this the slaughter stepping up

I'll pretty much slap your ass and tell you to shut the f_ck up

After that I'll slap your ass again and tell you to

Shut the f_ck up shutting up

And that's how you body a f_cking beat.

Slaughterhouse

[Verse 4 joell ortiz]

I should be the one that goes slow

Get a stopwatch, clock my flow

Hit the b_tton on top watch the drug drop

O o dot dot o, yaowa

When I drop I go outer space

Blackout ike darth vader's face

Placed in a molten shower

Say something and get them proper

Mama poppa pouring out vodka

Mama mia, em pass me the seeds

It's ? slaughterhouse ? better yet boy go home, better yet boy ?

Better jet boy, mark sanchez, santanio holmes

I'm not just any old homeboy

Sitting in a lab picking up a pad

I be spitting bad, I'mma get you mad with this gift I have

Lord duck sufferin succatash when the trigger blast

I'mma put your beak on your fitted hat

Where the liquor at? sip of yak

That b_tchh and a vicious track ?

Sly pro tools to boast joe smooth I coast to the west

Like we're tired of living at

New york here's a piggyback ride to the motherland

Hold on brotherman, on the other hand get down

I'm gutter fam, gun b_tt you with the eagle handle cunningham

I don't wanna talk, I just wanna beef

I don't want a piece, I want it all baby boy

I don't wanna eat, I wanna feast up ? rough piece of sh_t

You done weak, I'm the one, capiche?

Slaughterhouse

[Verse 5 joe budden]

Insane what they call us

How you married to the game but you probably shouldn't

Have came to the altar

Every bar like propane for the sawed-off, using ? to forge you

Eminem, mr. porter, slaughter my cinnamons emminent torture

All of you feminine marauders, that's women at war

Men will assault you, time is a bastard symbol of sorter?

Kidnap your trembling daughter, at least a quarter

I'm administering supporters, got an aura more like sodom and gomorrah

Normally something's wrong with me

Claiming a quantity of the porn I see on the pause to me

When I fix the game they'll think sh_t came with a warranty

How the f_ck are they gonna stop when I was born to be

Corner me, sh_t belong to me, two choices, you can get along with me

Or sit your faggot ass right there in dormancy

Wait, all you missing is heels to be rupaul

Ain't nobody that's real ever knew y'all

Second to none and I'm dealing with marshall

This time I never come down, deal with the blue balls

You ain't gotta fear me but you'll respect me

N_ggas who never met me threaten me, want to gillete me

Coming off soft, I got some machetes

Swinging spaghetti like it's heavy some said he deserve an espy

In a chevy like andretti, put the dezzy where his chest be.