Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Intro, artist - Masta Ace Incorporated. Album song Sittin' On Chrome, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Bicycle Music Company
Song language: English
Intro |
A. The cutting edge of hardcore rap; |
the most innovative stuff |
for 1993 -- gangsta parody following the Classroom skit |
B. Paula Perry introduces the _real_ Slaughtahouse |
Part A: |
(Yeah… yeah… yeah…) |
This is MC Negro |
And this is this Ign-ant MC |
And this is our new motherfucking single |
OUR NEW SHIT |
Slaughtahouse |
This shit is called Slaughtahouse |
Negro! |
Coming off our last platinum LP |
Platinum LP |
_Shit's Real Killin’Motherfuckers Dead_ |
Killin em dead |
And this is how we gonna rock shit for the nine-tray |
Verse One: MC Negro |
Here come the craziest niggaz on earth |
Cutthroats, ever since birth |
Blood and guts are gonna spill |
Cuz it’s murder murder murder, and kill kill kill |
Chainsaw in my holster |
Barb-wire rope, and I’ll hang ya like a poster |
So when I grab my axe you better drop |
Cause I’m swing swing swing, and chop chop chop in the Slaughtahouse |
Yeah, yo Ign-ant MC |
Whassup? |
Show these niggaz what the dress code is Aight |
Verse Two: Ign-ant MC |
Strictly Raiders and Kings gear |
Only wear black and I don’t know how to act |
no more… so come and take a chance and |
Mess around with the black Charles Manson |
Body parts in the freezer |
I’m not Jeffrey Dahmer but I’ll slaughta ya momma |
So open up the do' |
To the Slaughtahouse, so I can kill a little mo' |
Outro: |
Yeahhh, motherfucker |
Yeah! |
This is MC Negro |
And this the Ign-ant MC |
And this shit is real over here, motherfucker, real real |
This is the brand new LP, it’s called _Brains on the Sidewalk_ |
Brains on the sidewalk! |
And all we wanna do now |
Is murder murder murder, kill kill kill |
Part B: Paula Perry, Masta Ase |
One two, one two |
This is Paula Perry and it’s a brand new year |
Time for the weak-ass, wack-ass |
No-skills, negative, anti-everything |
MC’s to get shut down |
They’re gettin Slaughta’d! |
Death to the wack MC’s -→repeat 4X |
(Welcome to the Slaughtahouse!) |
Too many suckas, too many wack records gettin played |
Too much money bein made, it’s time for the wack to get slayed |
Take these suckas to war Ase, take em to war! |
It’s the jeep (ass niguh), it’s the jeep (ass niguh) |
Whatcha know about the jeep (ass niguh) |
It’s the jeep (ass niguh), it’s the jeep (ass niguh) |
Here we go, with the jeep (ass niguh) (Welcome to the Slaughtahouse!) |
Never hear me talking I could kill a man! |
Started making records but I’m still a fan |
I’ll take you down, I break your crown |
I make you frown, I wake the town |
Tick, check it out tock I rock your whole block |
Got the funk dialect in stock |
With the boom, bashin, bass drum is smashin |
and crashin your bedroom walls, and monster mashin |
Dashin, man with the kick, that be flying |
Kids don’t be trying, this trick cause I’m scien- |
-tifical, ninety-nine rappers wanna kill |
to sound ill, you couldn’t find their brains with a drill |
Check it… |
(Welcome to the Slaughtahouse!) |
Welcome to my Slaughtahouse, it’s like a playpen |
Welcome to my Slaughtahouse, there’s no escapin |
This is the place where freestyling skills |
are sharp like axes, and suckas get the chills |
Drum is the cash, like the rash you’ll be itchin |
for the green and, everybody’s talking like they’re mean and |
crazy, oh baby, you’re ready, for this yo Make me, a poster, holdin, a pistol |
Then I can be the (man) |
I can be the (man) |
Cause they see me with the gun in my hand |
I, am not, down with the standard |
The man did, not do, what every other man did |
Candid, just like the man Allen Funts |
And there’s nothing worse than, a rapper when he fronts |
So throw your hands up in the air |
If you really don’t care |
about the next man’s life, you get the chair |
In the Slaughtahouse |
Outro: |
Whassup kid you hear that new album _Brains on the Sidewalk_? |
Yeah it’s FAT right? |
Yeah I like that part |
MURDER MURDER MURDER, and KILL KILL KILL |
Yaknow that’s what it’s all about |
Yeah I’m gonna be just like that when I grow up You think I ain’t? |
This is a brand new year for motherfucker’s heads to start burstin |
Masta Ase, Incorporated |
Ase, Lord Digga, Shiloh, Eyceurok, the Brooklynites |
And the Floor Builder |
Watch your back black man |
Your biggest enemy’s in the mirror |
Long is the road to freedom from self-destruction |
The Slaughtahouse, breeds death |
Death to the *faggot-ass* average wack MC’s |
And death of the original man, turned killer man |