We Outta Here

(feat. Royce Da 5'9', Joell Ortiz, Crooked I) [Intro: Royce]
Your left shoulderrrrr (HUT!)
Your right shoulderrrrr (HUT!) [gunfire]
Your left shoulderrrrr (HUT!)
Your right shoulderrrrr (HUT!) [whistle blows] [female]
Slaughter [Royce Da 5'9']
Poppa-Poppa
Pistol stuck his ***** ******* in
Momma Missile and created
Mr. Got-to-
Get-You if he opposite just split
You *******z *** **** cranberry like a vodka mixer
Whippin ******* *******z black, ass like a cotton picker
Bomb through debris -
I'm holdin two pistols in the form of a crosshair,
I am armed to the
T I put on for my city,
I take off for whoever think
I'm soft for my job of rappin, go back to clappin
Back to illin, back to dealin, back to coc-a-ina
Up the nose, that's the feelin, sky the limit, that's the ceilin
And the women is the whores, puttin numbers up for sales
It's the score into hell, it's the feel, it's the feel [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9' - singing with AutoTune]
I can make noise when the gat blowwwww-ooooooh-oooh
The Slaughterhouse boys make the gat blowwwww-ohhhhh-ooooh
It's a muh'******
Slaughterhouuuuuuuse
We outta here, we outta here, we outta here
It's a muh' ******
Slaughterhouse
We outta here, we outta here, we outta [Joe Budden] [starts off screwed]
I live my life like a hood bopper touched by evil, all about bread and evil
Regular people lookin like bread to eagles with the desert eagle
Cordially they forcin me to act accordingly
When according to me my thoughts disorderlyjust like they outta be
It's more to me in accord to me
Just mad at the smoke and the mirrors, image, perceptions and the forgery
Everything is a fraud to me
So until the boys wake up, me and my boys make up
Be with the toy sprayers, aimin noise makers at the noise makers (blam)
Best group ever, group of whoever who do it better
Bets placed on it ( *******!) number one got our face on it
And I make a case on it, treason
Every twelve months it's huntin season
They call us
Slaughterhouse for a reason ! [Chorus] [Royce]
Crooked! [Crooked I]
Piano face
Audemars, you haters know the time
Drug abusin fourth-grader,
I mean a loaded nine
Hits in the stash,
Ferrari Spider, the road is mine
Like lap dancers and bad brakes,
I'm on the grind
So tell Officer
Crawford that this is (Slaughterhouse )
And I left the next black president in his daughter's mouth
Swallow my kids then
I'm like, 'Yo I gotta bounce'
Ben Franklin's a math genius and every dollar counts
We takin over the game, go at you little wussies (Why?)
Cause that's the sweetest joy next to gettin ************
Somethin bad is emergin
Slaughter's blowin up like a suicide bomber promised 70 virgins ******* [Chorus] [Royce]
Ortiz! [Joell Ortiz]
One quarter of
Slaughter reportin to you live from a corner where reporters stop by
Since somebody playin pow-pow shots fly out a glock-9 'til you cooked like a potpie
Take a look at everybody in my crew bet you can't find a member of the squad that is not fly
Anybody say they can see us they either lyin or not wearin they glasses, apparently *******-eyed
We don't ************t , we ca-ca
We don't spit, we emit lava
Got a grip on these hip-hoppers like a big lobster
Everybody know the deal when the hear the kid
YOWWA! Goo -goo, ga-ga, baby cryin 'bout the internet
They get on the site but they showed me and
Joe the other night takin flights then lightin up a cigarette
Mother****** * we ill, not one insect step short of the best thing
Everything we touch make they head swing and, y'all ain't really interestin
Throw a shot, and our fans do the interceptin
You got the crowd fooled but
I ain't really into wrestlin (into wrestlin) [Chorus]