Songtext Onslaught Slaughterhouse

Onslaught

You dealin with a four headed monster
Ya'll are John McCain you can't lift your arms up
These piranhas live by a certain code of conduct
Fuck fly ho's and blow ganja

Be a prophet, prediction
The year 2029 is gonna be the apocalypse
Caused by the aprophypse ME
I got it, lock and key
Tell the labels we about to go on a shoppin spree
And if ya'll don't wanna sign us your corny
Tell ya ho to swallow two a deez nuts and call us in the morning

We the answer to the dance floor, please
You gotta fuck us all bitch you can't Ortiz, Budden, Crooked, Nickel
Damn whore please, we up in this bitch like trans or seave
We the Voltron crew, it's whateva ya folks wan do, we turn this bitch into Socom II
I'm the best rapper alive lil wayne's migraine, jay z's headache
Touchin what da lead ain't
Motha fuck ya feelins, you don't know with whatcha dealin
Tryna catch up you musta spilled n
I'm amongst hustla's killin, money stacks touch the ceiling
What the fuck ya feelin... you will never feel
You will never sail, you can't feel me see me
They should use my knuckles instead of brail
I walk on my toes like how the fuck this talk is cheap talk it's just gonna cost you the most
I'm the one really yo
I'm a gun, spark like a milly yo
You a J-hood gun video
That ain't a diss so please don't diss me
The mag barrel longer than the g's on fifty
I tell a bitch, click ya heels twice and ease on with me
This is the life... we gonnee

I ain't with the leanin and rockin
That ain't even seen as an option
Nigga as a teen I was mobbin
Stick em off with more percentage a jeans than I'm robbin, mightt
Walk around with the thing get to cockin
But I ain't wanna be seen when it's poppin
You ain't seen poppin till you seen what I'm rockin
Roll up lookin real clean in the drop and... nigga
I ain't hit the bing or a cop since
Dog tell ya whole team they cannot win
Till they make some type of vaccine, I'm a problem
I don't sleep when a soul got that wrong
Even Vera Wang could get tapped on
Clapped on, mashed on like MO
My MO was Rambo, AMMO
Got money now so there's marble on the handle
All wax so let's beef with no candle
Dismantle clips... BAM
Got some shit ya man won't withstand
I make the hood like VIP
Now you can't even get in without a wristband
I'm just bland... learn when you walk witcha head up high
The shit hits the fan then
Bread gamblin, grand tamperin
In two bars I send ya man scrambling
Now how it feel to throw punches and can't land em
Or be powerless while you can't stand em
And treat comp like Richard Simmons behind closed doors
The boys'll man handle em
Be outpaced till you out the race
If you worried about ya face, about face... nigga
Cause if you ain't all about ya pace
Then nigga you a transgender... all outta place

When I face off picture a thug missin his bud
Any particular stick in the mud could get hit with a skud missile
Till he's drippin ridiculous blood
If you rather stick to the fist and the gloves
Then you getting hit up, more than the prettiest bitch in the club
Nigga I'm itchin to bug, itchin like a syphilis dick
Itchin like the skin of a bitch addicted to drugs
Just to hit you with slugs
I did it because I wanted to
Shoot you in the back of the head right in front of you
That's what the gun'll do
All I do is son old niggas on the W
All I do is make all new comers come a new
I ain't lyin sir
You ain't gotta watch Tim Duncan dunk to see a flyin spur
Bentley boy, no it's not H to the Izzo
But I push buttons like Jay shoulda did Joe
Peoples choice the voice of my time
With Royce Da 5'9", we boys at night shine
I let Joell poison my mind
Grab a silencer and kill ya'll noise with my nine
As far as the balls that get tossed in the hoop
Peers from Boston explain how often I shoot
I'm a Molotov cross with a nuke
See I swallow liquor bottles till they hollow then I crawl in the booth
I'm the truth, polygraph crooked
Prolly have a cardiac heart attack when I autograph... bullets
More caskets
Put so much bread on ya head when my gunners are done man they owe taxes
Bow legged, knock kneed, wanna regular shoot
And you supposed to be steppin to who?
Tell em all Crooked came for war
The best ever on the west unless ya last name Shakur

Just be easy buddy relax
Please don't have me bloody my ax
Or revin my chainsaw
To sever ya brain off
With no concentration I'm better than Adolf
Never been laid off, forever put in work
As peepz and skeetz, I fucked every bitch that said I was a jerk
It's like you cuter when you were maneuver
Got every dot com in my palm and I don't know how to work computers
Ya it's true Slaughterhouse I know you heard the rumors
That's new but ole two ways verse was ruder
Than you worthless losers
So we formed a four alien alliance
Just dyin' to earth intruders
Every bodies a president, bunch a Herbert Hoovers
If what I said had legs it could burn a cougar
Speakin a burn, I'm hip hop 60s shots of Henney on the rocks
And eggnog with a squirt of Khalua
Can't lie mad fun bein zone
My flow straight yours slant like gumby's dome
Lotta guys don't want me on,
But as long as I get in the spot with my fists my gun be home
I will beat you dudes like it's no remorse
In a audience a Joes, I just fold my arms
I'm so disappointed in you new rap guys
I'm like no come on how'd he do that why?
Oh no diggidy do that tho
I'm MC so and so where's my ringtone tho
See that ain't gonna cut it long as I'm around
That goes for every person place or thing that describes a noun
It's J-O-E double what I never did
Whoever feel they could give me my first, when they set a date
I'll be there like a young Mike Jack
Hip hop prayed and God gave Pun right back