Loud Noises Songtext / Lyric

Loud noises



Life handed me lemons

I jump back into public eye

And squirted lemon juice in it

By now you just wish I'd fucking die

But I electrify, get electrocuted

Executed by the execution

Of my flow too quick for the human eye

To detect zooming by

Guess who, what's happening guys?

They told me to shit, I fell off that pot

Hoped right back up on that crapper and I

Said 'Fuck It' with a capital I

Look who's back to antagonize

You don't like it? You can eat shit

Fuck off, little faggot and die



You right back like a magnet on my dick



Grabbing at my shit, better get to the back of the line






If you wanna get your shot at me

What kinda crap is that battle

What kind of rapper would I be

'Fore I let another rapper think he's hot

I'll bury my face in a stinky twat and go

Girl, my headspace 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

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

My lyrics killing



Then I let you witness shit when it hit the ceiling

A nigga's 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 his slaughterish



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 shit to ya opposite

I can spit ominous, so spit politics

Now I'm Haile Selassie, Gandhi and 'Pac

Of this hip hop genre, bitch

Slaughterhouse

Lyrically I'm a cocaine Altoid ability

So brain it's a no brain 'bout boy

Physically I'm literally a cocaine cowboy

Wait, wait, did I just go almost four bars

Without talking about my big dick?



The other day me and your thick bitch

Had a great date 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 Shake Weight

I swear to irony of Ryan

Is I am bipolar while I'm rhyming

Standing beside a big old, 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 nowhere 'cause I'm here

Nigga, I'm on fire

Yeah and I'm every bitch's dream

One, two, I'm coming for you

I'm a big old, big old nightmare

Nigga, this the slaughter stepping up

I'll pretty much slap your ass

And tell you to shut the fuck up

After that I'll slap your ass again

And tell you to shut the fuck up

Shutting up

And that's how you body a fucking beat, goodbye

Slaughterhouse

Uh, I should be the one that goes slow

Nah, get a stopwatch, clock my flow

Hit the button on top, watch the jaw drop

Oh, oh, da, da, oh, oh, yao wah

When I drop I go outer space

Blackout like 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 scissors

There's visitors in the Slaughterhouse casa

Better get boy go home

Better jet boy G4 chrome

Better jet boy, Mark Sanchez, Santonio Holmes

I'm not your any old homeboy

Sitting in the lab, picking up a pad

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

Little ducks suffering succotash when the trigger blast

I'ma put your beak on your fitted hat

Where the liquor at?

Sip a yac bad bitch and a vicious track

I relididax

Slide pro-tools to both so smooth I coast

To the West like where Crooked living at?

New York, here's a piggy back ride to the motherland

Hold on, brother man

On the other hand, get down, I'm gutter fam

Gun butt 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

Stuff my cheeks with rough beats and shit

You done, weak, I'm the one, kapeesh, yeah

Slaughterhouse

Uh, insane what they call us, I ain't married to the game

But you probably shouldn't have came to the altar

Every bar like propane for the sawed-off

You should've hang and they'll fault ya

Eminem, Mr. Porter, slaughter my sentiments

Eminent torture all of you feminine marauders

They're swimming that water, men will assault ya

Tommy's and bats that resemble Lasorda

Kidnap your trembling daughter

At least a quarter

Of my I'ma menacing supporters

It's got an aura more like Sodom and Gomorrah

Normally something's wrong with me

Blame it on quantity of the porn I see on the pawns to me

When I fix the game y'all think shit came with a warranty

How the fuck are they gonna stop what I was born to be?

Corner me, shit belong to me

Two choices, you can get along with me

Or sit your faggot ass right there in dormancy

Wait, all he missing is heels to be RuPaul

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

And I'm second to none and I'm dealing with marshall

Your time never comes, now deal with the blue balls

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

Niggas who never met me

Threaten me want to Gillette me

Coming to sword fight against a machete

Swinging spaghetti like it's heavy

Some said he deserve an ESPY

In a Chevy like Andretti

Put the dezzy where his chest be

Slaughterhouse