Fight Club

[Intro: Joe Budden]

Ladies and gentlemen!

Frequency, I present

The new fight club up in this bitch (Slaughterhouse)

We go by the name of Slaughterhouse

And we outta here, only one rule

No rule, no rule

[Crooked I]

Joey, no rules, gunshots, no prob

No jewels, niggas say I got robbed

I'm still wearin my bling

And fuck first class, I fly standin on Virgin America's wing

Nuts hang, knockin down skyscrapers

Take a piss, make it rain, I'm the American dream (uhh)

Make it rain, I ain't Pacman Jones

Nigga, balls and my word all a black man owns

[Joe Budden]

If you in that man's zone, how you figure to gain?

Can't bowl a 300 in another nigga lane

Better aim, you dealin with a 7-10 split

[Crooked I] That's Long Beach cause we on some 7-10 shit

[Joell Ortiz]

I've been nice since "227" man, shit

I am sick and I'm never gettin better, that's it

(Slaughterhouse) Give me somethin sharp to sever that prick

Like a group broke up I will dismember that clique

[Royce Da 5'9"]

I'm a veteran, remember that shit

We some internet rappers, then why you on our internet dicks?

We'll be there when it's war callin

Either we high or we fly or the floor fallin

I'm a Tommy gun - it ain't no best

The rap game like a St. Louis verses New York battle, nobody won

A bunch of fuckin 2's and 3's like zone defense

[Joe Budden]

{*sighs*} Please get at dudes Ortiz (nah, you beast 'em)

Hold up won't stop, can't stop, thank pops

Hard-headed, gotta hit a wall first like a bank shot

Get it clear - a cokehead's a thin line

Between friend or foe, won't let this shit disappear

This fiscal year I'mma stay hot buzzin

With dudes that help me shoot like A-Rod cousin

Walk in my shoes and your feet get callous

From Jersey City to Caeser's palace

I speak with malice just to make sure the streets get salvaged

Real talk, where would all us be without us?

Slaughterhouse no fear - too many dudes

Tyson Chandler tried to leave they team and went nowhere

[Crooked I]

Like Tyson Chandler in the past niggas on some bullshit

Royce, tell Preme I got a full clip (whoa!)

Niggas used to run when they saw Suge's face

Faster than Joey and Joell in a foot race

Now you ask me where the incident took place

Don't check the internet, check hood space

You dealin with some intelligent creatures

I don't touch guns, I draw with telekinesis

No fingerprints on Crooked's mag

I'm mixed with good and bad like the Goodfellas and Jesus

First Biggie and Jay made it

I'll leave a bandana at your murder and make it gang related

The bitch at the Shonie's told me homie

[Joell Ortiz]

Ortiz, I'm the one and only

Pick a spot, I pick apart you dudes who pick a part

This ain't a movie, I feel bad like lookin at a pic of 'Pac

Niggas hearts gettin sparked every time I give a arc

To my wrist and it twists like a spliff when I'm sittin in the park

Tall corny niggas ain't makin a bigger mark

I'll boost drugs, what I does got 'em runnin to get a NARC

You guppies unlucky, you in a tank with a shark

Teeth crooked like my dog who just finished a vicious bark

[Royce Da 5'9"]

Flick a dart through your top hat

Weak MC's you cannot rap; Freq', where the drop at?

Now you mad at Tahiry cause your ass ain't famous

Get it nigga? Your "ass" ain't famous

Quit talkin 'bout me cause ya ass ain't dangerous

They call me Hustler because my mag game heinous

Show up to Detroit thinkin +Everybody Love+ you

And I'mma come and show you that ya ass ain't +Raymond+

Dumbin every line - me fuckin bitches

Like the cops after a murder, they cummin/comin every time

Shell-toes and Wissam jacket, the contractor

Still pushin elbows like a linebacker

And y'all playin - my worldwide bitches

On my worldwide watch, I call it the broadband

[Outro: Crooked I]

SLAUGHTERHOUSE!

Y'all know what it is man

I know you got that "Padded Room", ow!

That motherfuckin "Free Agent" comin soon

"Street Hop"! Yeah, hahaha

You mighta heard the rumors

They thought it was, three quarters of the Slaughter left

Hahahaha, I'm STILL HERE YOU MOTHERFUCKIN HATERS!

Yeah {*laughs*}

Ay, with friends like mine you don't need enemies

BLAOW! You do the math

Let me drink this motherfuckin vodka and tell you one thing

We outta here, OWWWWW! {*laughs*}

Ohhhhhhhhh, shiiiiiiiii-IT!