Coffin Lyrics - Welcome To: Our House - Slaughterhouse

Slaughterhouse! 

Bussa Buss! 

Somebody better hurry up and find the nearest fucking exit 

Barge our way through, they wouldn't open the door 

First time high, they couldn't know it was raw 

You would die if you smoked it, too potent to snort 

If you think by the bar, you probably choke on the thought 

(What up, what up, what up) Speed dial a coroner 

Done with subliminals, now I'm talking to all of ya 

Try my patience, wearing it thin 

I put my prints in your heart without piercing the skin 

(What up, what up, what up) I only need knuckles 

Tell him to travel safe, then make his knees buckle 

Before they love you, they gotta hate you 

They say that real recognize real, (Dawg) we can spot fake too 

Y'all know what it is, cause we do it often 

Caught another body, buy another coffin 

(What up, what up, what up) Buy another coffin 

(What up, what up, what up) Buy another coffin 

We burn shit down, blow torch scorching 

Slaughterhouse bitch, buy another coffin 

(What up, what up, what up) Buy another coffin 

(What up, what up, what up) Buy another coffin 

Knick knack paddy whack, Yaowa wanna bone 

Click clack acrobatic coward with the chrome 

Purchase another casket, I'm murdering ya bastards 

My Desert Eagle's a bird, dirty little rachet 

Lose a part of ya when the hollow one touch ya 

Screamin' "Oh ahh", when I Bussa Buss ya 

I dress my baby up, she got a custom muffler 

She be like "pew pew" you be like "uh, uh, uh" 

Can you lean with it? Can you drop with it? 

Next time I tell you shoot, put a sock in it 

(What up, what up, what up) Act calm chief 

We Sasquatch beef, big foot up your butt (shut up) 

Y'all know what it is, cause we do it often 

Caught another body, buy another coffin 

(What up, what up, what up) Buy another coffin 

(What up, what up, what up) Buy another coffin 

We burn shit down, blow torch scorching 

Slaughterhouse bitch, buy another coffin 

(What up, what up, what up) Buy another coffin 

(What up, what up, what up) Buy another coffin 

The most beautifulest thing in this world 

Are the funerals I bring to this world 

(What up, what up, what up) Gimme the beat, I'ma body it 

John Gotti it, Crooked probably bodied the audience 

(What up, what up, what up) then I'm tryna find a whore 

Dick in that vagina like I'm mining for diamonds or 

I'm tryna find China or some kind of dinosaur 

Try to score like Kentucky in the final four 

Yeah, you niggas still will see my gun 

Is my other dick, cause it kill pussies 

I'm hood, you good? I'm just checking homie 

Still hammer dancing, two steppin' with my weapon on me 

Y'all know what it is, cause we do it often 

Caught another body, buy another coffin 

(What up, what up, what up) Buy another coffin 

(What up, what up, what up) Buy another coffin 

We burn shit down, blow torch scorching 

Slaughterhouse bitch, buy another coffin 

(What up, what up, what up) Buy another coffin 

(What up, what up, what up) Buy another coffin 

I said if I ain't fucking with you, you can suck a short for Richard 

Until you hiccup, hiccup, need I say more? 

Listening to a free beat by Dre, in some free Beats by Dre, or 

Tell my attorney to cook it and eat it 

I play catch with the body of Bernie from Weekend 

At Bernie's with Crooked this evenin' 

I'm up in y'all spot with Jersey Joe Walcott 

And Brooklyn Ortiz, just please give us a reason 

(What up, what up, what up) Fuck all the singin' 

I'm about to be a rich nigga, and waste the whole last bar screamin' 

You ready? (screams) 

Y'all know what it is, cause we do it often 

Caught another body, buy another coffin 

(What up, what up, what up) Buy another coffin 

(What up, what up, what up) Buy another coffin 

We burn shit down, blow torch scorching 

Slaughterhouse bitch, buy another coffin 

(What up, what up, what up) Buy another coffin 

(What up, what up, what up) Buy another coffin