Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Everybody Down , by - DJ EFXRelease date: 14.02.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Everybody Down |
| Nickel, Quick, Joey, Crook, you know we shut everybody down |
| Bitch this ain’t no club hit, this ain’t for no bitches |
| This is a motherfucking stick-up, quick, everybody down |
| I’m about to rob the hardest nigga out here |
| Yes I’m on my joker shit, I keep a Heath Ledger for the joke of it |
| I don’t plan ahead of them, I don’t gamble |
| I just keep a .44 clip, full of bullets that resemble poker chips |
| I’m so the shit, bitches jumping at my pogo stick |
| Slaughterhouse you know we sick, everybody down |
| Take your bitch, same bitch you wake up with, make her trick |
| 'til her fucking thighs hurt, momma if your pussy wet |
| You shouldn’t have a dry purse, call me Ryan Rhinoplasty |
| I will augment your ass if you mess with God’s work |
| When it comes to drama, fighting second, homicides first |
| I don’t look for drama, drama follows me, so why search? |
| Everybody, everybody we gon need you quiet, shh |
| Slaughter got a message, everybody down |
| I’m a cheddar getter, you a teller, I don’t care, whatever |
| I’ll just scare the witnesses, I’m the illest in here |
| Bring a pen and pad and don’t compare the sicknesses |
| Where the fuck the ruler at, so we can measure sentences |
| I am better than I’ve ever been, never been better |
| I don’t follow trends, I set trends for the trendsetters, Nickle |
| Slaughterhouse up in this bitch, get your bitch, make it quick |
| Joey, Crook, you know we shut everybody down |
| Bitch this ain’t no club hit, this is ain’t no for bitches |
| This is a motherfucking stick-up, quick, everybody down |
| As we proceed to give you what you need |
| As we proceed- |
| And now: the drive by |
| First I pull up on your block, let my entire torch |
| Spit fire, burn down your empire’s boardwalk |
| Bitch I am melting my rims, tires, draw off |
| Porsche hit the wall, then my pills high as war-off |
| Crawled out, grabbed the new banana clip |
| Lascerations on my face, travel agents shit I still plan trip |
| Ran up on the first nigga who had a whip |
| Either die a hero, or abandon ship (Get out your car nigga!) |
| I could kill you now fuck a witness |
| I’m all about my business, you all about your bitchness |
| And I ain’t bout to slow down, you oughta ask you daughter |
| About fucking around with Slaughter, You bound to go down |
| I’mma disappear when you meet the Lord |
| I’mma be aboard a G4 to Singapore in me and more |
| Or bring a whore to be a slore |
| Either or we ignore casualties of war you can meet the floor now |
| I get on my ‘I don’t give a fuck' kit, fuck the money, fuck the wealth |
| Fuck your label, fuck your lyrics, you sit on a fucking shelf |
| Lava so if ain’t in the topic of the constant, the discussion fell |
| Tell the bitch that this dick ain’t gone suck itself |
| Nigga, I ain’t no rapper I’m a mercenary |
| Every verse I bury, some will blame it on the perks I carry |
| Been in disguise when I failed or I lost |
| But they won’t know I’m a god until I’m nailed on the cross |
| And these rappers is a mess, sad is if they best |
| Magnum to their chest, they could piss me, it won’t matter what they said |
| They just rhyme, I just climb on the ladder to success |
| And maybe bring me some niggas that would rather me with less |
| My advice for the fuck boys: make some hard improvements |
| Career at a standstill how you gonna start a movement |
| Slaughterhouse the gang take part in what we doing |
| Or get steamed rolled over nigga pardon the intrusion |
| Y’all just heard my man snap, this is rubber band rap |
| Twisted drop a can cap pop pop a Xantax tell Everybody Down |
| Paid for life, fucking around |
| Uppercut a clown, fuck being playful pay homie with a frown |
| I don’t think y’all understand the magnitude |
| Mathematical, radical equations are easy to solve for power, yaowa |
| I’m the square root of a truth table, in the booth able to |
| Raise the bar from sub-par to the 9th power |
| I didn’t pick at food, I devour |
| You think you hot dog, I’m walkin' around with a sauer |
| Kraut and onions, buns and ketchup mustard, relish |
| Wow I think I’mma fart, Everybody Down! |
| I don’t want the crown, I rock a fitted navy brown |
| Well its blue but yall been colorblind since I’d came around |
| Nobody can see me, I’m pissed off like my pee-pee |
| Then bought it in Tahiti, be easy, Slaughterhouse this is it |