Coffin (feat. Busta Rhymes)

[Busta Rhymes]

Slaughterhouse, Bussa Buss!

Somebody better hurry up and find the nearest fucking exit

Joe Budeen c’mon..

[Joe Budden]

Had to barge our way through, they wouldn’t open the door

First time high, they couldn’t know what’s raw

You would die if you smoked it, too potent to snort

If you think by the bar, you probably choke on the thought

(What up, what up, what up) Speed dial a coroner

Done with subliminals, now I’m talking to all of ya

Trying my patience, wearing it thin

I put my prints on your heart without piercing the skin

(What up, what up, what up) I only need knuckles

Tell him to travel safe, then make his knees buckle

Before they love you, they gotta hate you

They say that real recognize real dawg, we can spot fake too

[Hook: Busta Rhymes]

Y’all know what it is, cause we do it often

Caught another body, buy another coffin

(What up, what up, what up) Buy another coffin

(What up, what up, what up) Buy another coffin

We burn shit down, blow torch scorching

Slaughterhouse bitch, buy another coffin

(What up, what up, what up) Buy another coffin

(What up, what up, what up) Buy another coffin

[Joell Ortiz]

Knick knack paddy whack, Yaowa wanna bone

Click clack acrobatic coward with the chrome

Purchase another casket, I’m murdering ya bastards

My Desert Eagle’s a bird, dirty little rachet

Lose a part of ya, when a hollow one touch ya

Screamin’ “Wooo hah!”, when I Bussa Buss ya

I dress my baby up, she got a custom muffler

She be like “pew pew” you be like (cough cough)

Can you lean with it? Can you drop with it?

Next time I tell you shoot, put a sock in it

(What up, what up, what up) Act calm chief

We Sasquatch beef, big foot up your butt (shut up)

[Hook]

[Crooked I]

The most beautifulest thing in this world

Are the funerals I bring to this world

(What up, what up, what up) Gimme the beat, I’mma body it

John Gotti it, Crooked probably bodied the audience

(What up, what up, what up) then I’m tryna find a whore

Dick in that vagina like I’m mining for diamonds or

I’m tryna find China or some kind of dinosaur

Tryna score like Kentucky in the final four

Yeah, you niggas still will see my gun

Is my other dick, cause it kill pussies

I’m hood, you good? I’m just checking homie

Still hammer dancing, 2 steppin’ with my weapon on me

[Hook]

[Royce da 5'9"]

I said if I ain’t fucking with you, you can suck a short for Richard

Until you hiccup, hiccup, need I say more?

Listening to a free beat by Dre, in some free Beats by Dre, or

Tell my attorney to cook it and eat it

I play catch with the body of Bernie from Weekend

At Bernie’s with Crooked this evenin’

I’m up in y’all spot with Jersey Joe Walcott

And Brooklyn Ortiz, just please give us a reason

(What up, what up, what up) Fuck all the singin’

I’m about to be a rich nigga, and waste the whole last bar screamin’

You ready? (Ahhhh-ahahaahaaaaaaa!)

[Hook]

[Royce da 5'9"]

Yeah wassup world, you hear us now

Haha, we here

Ready? (Ahhhh-ahahaaahaaaaaaa!))