Eating Korean barbecue, downtown L.A
Something’s in my heart like Michel’le
Niggas askin’ questions, make me just wanna walk out like Kelly
R. [?] the gods tainted like Slum Village & Dwele
Well they asked me did Eminem drop Slaughterhouse
Did y’all break up since Joe Budden released Slaughtermouse?
Seen you on Peter Rosenberg and Ebro
Your energy was zero, see bro
Is there something y’all wanna about?
And if there is don’t play the nice dude
Just pull an Ice Cube if it’s the right move
They ain’t putting your album out?
Damn these niggas got an attitude
Thought we’d be yo niggas for life, where’s the gratitude
All these questions they pointing them in my direction
Like the business end of a Smith and Wesson but I ain’t stressing
Just came home, I was in Detroit visiting Marshall’s session
To be in the presence of one of the GOATs is still a blessing
Fuck yeah

Is it really the end of Slaughter?
Did them niggas intend to pen the hardest shit in the mainstream
And then sacrifice they self to a major label
So underground lyricist wouldn’t have to? Is them niggas just some martyrs?
We taking no losses
You’re comments are nailing us to four crosses
But you didn’t even see the four fins in the water, sharks nigga
I know you want to see the beef but it’s over when you see the teeth
Individually and collectively we feed the streets
Taking it beat for beat, we gon’ cook up when you need to eat, come on
We pledge allegiance to that slaughter flag
And that $20 bill Em gave us to autograph
After we signed the Shady contract and became part of his artist staff
Why would we stiff you and leave y’all the tab
After we all called a cab? Nah, we here to give you what you ought to have
Uplift you with real shit so everbody ain’t gotta dab
Damn, this make me wanna see my niggas soon
Fly to Detroit just to freestyle in Nickel’s living room
Fly to New Jersey, I knew Joey would bring the strippers through
Then hit up Brooklyn, me and Joell gon’ sell a zip or two
We the illest crew

Oh man, Slaughterhouse nigga
The gift rap, Merry Christmas
Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanzaa
Happy Holidays, all that shit
Yeah Housegang man, we ain’t going nowhere
We the illest crew
Oh yeah, that album coming out bitch