| A. The cutting edge of hardcore rap; |
| the most innovative stuff
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| for 1993 -- gangsta parody following the Classroom skit
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| B. Paula Perry introduces the _real_ Slaughtahouse
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| Part A:
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| (Yeah… yeah… yeah…)
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| This is MC Negro
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| And this is this Ign-ant MC
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| And this is our new motherfucking single
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| OUR NEW SHIT
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| Slaughtahouse
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| This shit is called Slaughtahouse
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| Negro! |
| Coming off our last platinum LP
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| Platinum LP
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| _Shit's Real Killin’Motherfuckers Dead_
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| Killin em dead
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| And this is how we gonna rock shit for the nine-tray
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| Verse One: MC Negro
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| Here come the craziest niggaz on earth
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| Cutthroats, ever since birth
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| Blood and guts are gonna spill
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| Cuz it’s murder murder murder, and kill kill kill
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| Chainsaw in my holster
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| Barb-wire rope, and I’ll hang ya like a poster
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| So when I grab my axe you better drop
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| Cause I’m swing swing swing, and chop chop chop in the Slaughtahouse
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| Yeah, yo Ign-ant MC
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| Whassup?
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| Show these niggaz what the dress code is Aight
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| Verse Two: Ign-ant MC
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| Strictly Raiders and Kings gear
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| Only wear black and I don’t know how to act
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| no more… so come and take a chance and
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| Mess around with the black Charles Manson
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| Body parts in the freezer
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| I’m not Jeffrey Dahmer but I’ll slaughta ya momma
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| So open up the do'
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| To the Slaughtahouse, so I can kill a little mo'
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| Outro:
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| Yeahhh, motherfucker
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| Yeah!
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| This is MC Negro
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| And this the Ign-ant MC
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| And this shit is real over here, motherfucker, real real
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| This is the brand new LP, it’s called _Brains on the Sidewalk_
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| Brains on the sidewalk!
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| And all we wanna do now
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| Is murder murder murder, kill kill kill
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| Part B: Paula Perry, Masta Ase
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| One two, one two
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| This is Paula Perry and it’s a brand new year
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| Time for the weak-ass, wack-ass
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| No-skills, negative, anti-everything
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| MC’s to get shut down
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| They’re gettin Slaughta’d!
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| Death to the wack MC’s -→repeat 4X
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| (Welcome to the Slaughtahouse!)
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| Too many suckas, too many wack records gettin played
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| Too much money bein made, it’s time for the wack to get slayed
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| Take these suckas to war Ase, take em to war!
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| It’s the jeep (ass niguh), it’s the jeep (ass niguh)
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| Whatcha know about the jeep (ass niguh)
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| It’s the jeep (ass niguh), it’s the jeep (ass niguh)
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| Here we go, with the jeep (ass niguh) (Welcome to the Slaughtahouse!)
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| Never hear me talking I could kill a man!
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| Started making records but I’m still a fan
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| I’ll take you down, I break your crown
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| I make you frown, I wake the town
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| Tick, check it out tock I rock your whole block
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| Got the funk dialect in stock
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| With the boom, bashin, bass drum is smashin
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| and crashin your bedroom walls, and monster mashin
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| Dashin, man with the kick, that be flying
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| Kids don’t be trying, this trick cause I’m scien-
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| -tifical, ninety-nine rappers wanna kill
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| to sound ill, you couldn’t find their brains with a drill
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| Check it…
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| (Welcome to the Slaughtahouse!)
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| Welcome to my Slaughtahouse, it’s like a playpen
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| Welcome to my Slaughtahouse, there’s no escapin
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| This is the place where freestyling skills
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| are sharp like axes, and suckas get the chills
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| Drum is the cash, like the rash you’ll be itchin
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| for the green and, everybody’s talking like they’re mean and
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| crazy, oh baby, you’re ready, for this yo Make me, a poster, holdin, a pistol
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| Then I can be the (man)
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| I can be the (man)
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| Cause they see me with the gun in my hand
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| I, am not, down with the standard
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| The man did, not do, what every other man did
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| Candid, just like the man Allen Funts
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| And there’s nothing worse than, a rapper when he fronts
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| So throw your hands up in the air
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| If you really don’t care
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| about the next man’s life, you get the chair
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| In the Slaughtahouse
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| Outro:
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| Whassup kid you hear that new album _Brains on the Sidewalk_?
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| Yeah it’s FAT right?
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| Yeah I like that part
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| MURDER MURDER MURDER, and KILL KILL KILL
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| Yaknow that’s what it’s all about
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| Yeah I’m gonna be just like that when I grow up You think I ain’t?
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| This is a brand new year for motherfucker’s heads to start burstin
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| Masta Ase, Incorporated
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| Ase, Lord Digga, Shiloh, Eyceurok, the Brooklynites
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| And the Floor Builder
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| Watch your back black man
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| Your biggest enemy’s in the mirror
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| Long is the road to freedom from self-destruction
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| The Slaughtahouse, breeds death
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| Death to the *faggot-ass* average wack MC’s
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| And death of the original man, turned killer man |