Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Illest, artist - Slaughterhouse.
Date of issue: 16.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Illest |
Rusty 9 gettin' gully on the roof |
This so rough, I left my skully on in the booth |
I drag my tin boots through the gutter with the troops |
Gotta fire at you while you with your mother on the stoop |
Ain’t nothing nice, filling 5 cent cups with ice |
Ass crack stuffed with the stuff that the custie’s like |
My flow inspired by po-po ridin' by |
Cause lil Jojo let the fo' fo' iron fly |
So expect nothing but heat from me |
When the beat ugly, I sour dollar spit |
Ain’t nothing sweet money |
So whoever say Ortiz hungry is lying |
I’m starving, I’m famine, man I act like I never eat sonny |
I keep ya head nodding, when the bass pumpin' |
And you can hate cousin, but don’t say something |
And no face muggin', I’m S-H-A-D-Y |
Slaughterhouse all day |
Lyrically I’m untouchable, uncrushable |
Ask your friends, who’s the illest? |
Lyrically I’m untouchable, uncrushable |
Ask your friends, who’s the illest? |
Yeah, rap is in danger, Crooked I was born in a California manger |
God of the West caost, know the flow nice when you’re signed to Shady Aftermath |
and used to be on Death Row. |
What am I, gun in eye, sing you a lullaby |
Nullify your skull in 5 seconds by putting a slug inside |
Run and hide, I’m on some money goon shit |
Married to the streets, honeymoon shit |
Yeah, fuck a bride |
I’m 'bout to go Van Gogh and I have to reach for slavery guns |
That mean I draw a masterpiece |
I spit bars quick as a spliff sparks |
Writtens’ll kick start, split you in 6 parts |
Which part if I’m the shit and you a skid mark did you not get? |
Put you in a ditch when it’s pitch dark |
Make your bitch suck my dick, clark? |
That’s what you get, heard that you a snitch |
Now get that tattoo that say life, cause you a bitch |
Lyrically I’m untouchable, uncrushable |
Ask your friends, who’s the illest? |
Lyrically I’m untouchable, uncrushable |
Ask your friends, who’s the illest? |
Joey, |
I left the mask on, bury something, no disguise |
It couldn’t get more official if it was notarized |
I want the pen on the jeweler for you to know whats fly |
Top of the chain of command if I’m playing my game |
I better not overide, who think they over I |
Hoping it vocalise, this ain’t even a group |
Just one real nigga multiplied |
Listen in brutally if you tryna get fast |
I put my life on it like it was mast |
Better pray that this vicodin last |
If not rappers are in danger |
Niggas is in a box, I’m tired of rappers in a Wrangler |
Will clap and rearrange ya, but I hate to make my pyschiatrist right |
And it’s exactly what she said will happen with my anger |
You can’t relate to it, how you gon' measure it, broke |
Can’t treasure it, jokers just embezel it |
It’s time to seperate the realness from the rhetoric |
I think one statement from B. I should settle this… |
Lyrically I’m untouchable, uncrushable |
Ask your friends, who’s the illest? |
Lyrically I’m untouchable, uncrushable |
Ask your friends, who’s the illest? |
I said I’m gunning for the muthafuckin' king like a historical terror shot |
I’m sittin' in a Hilton rich like Paris pops |
Spread money around the whole town like |
Compare us not, I’m a terrible terrorist plot |
You the character carrot top, while I’m stomping on barriers til my? |
stops |
like a tricerotops when I’m done roaming this earth |
Bury my bones in Mariah or Carey’s box |
Who you know answer with gun |
Shady’s our home, we live with the GOAT like Julio from Sanford and Son |
Problem with a problem, got no love for my foes |
Ya’ll just wearing red bottoms, I got blood on my sole |
We are dope we are postal, we not social |
On Twitter we block Oprah and Deepak Chopra |
Y’all niggas think ya’ll fucking with us cause people «e ya singles |
Yeah right, you making ya fucking point with broken fingers |
My dreams fulfilled like this cup full of potent tequila |
And I’m bout to raise up and toast to dreamers |
Get your writing crew, get your writing crew |
And they dopest rhymes, I get up in that ass everytime |
Lyrically I’m untouchable, uncrushable |
Ask your friends, who’s the illest? |
Get your writing crew, get your writing crew |
And they dopest rhymes, I get up in that ass everytime |
Lyrically I’m untouchable, uncrushable |
Ask your friends, who’s the illest? |