Die Lyrics - Welcome To: Our House - Slaughterhouse

Alright, look 

I seen these guys backstage, I'm gonna say it right now 

There isn't a group in the rap game today, that lyric for lyric 

Can out-rap these next dudes. I know it for a mother-fucking fact 

I know it cause I'm from the west coast and I was there when Crooked I 

First came on the scene, when Joell Ortiz first came on the scene 

When Joe Budden first came on the scene, and one of the illest lyricist 

In the game, when Royce Da 5'9 first came on the scene! 

Welcome to: Our House, give it up for Slaughterhouse! 

Everything you been asking for, yes, I'm about to give it to you 

You ain't gotta worry no more, cause I'm about to put one through you 

I got a bullet with your name on it, coming through the radio 

Sounds like I got an AK dumping straight to the radio 

If you trying to be target practice, you finally found a shooter 

Soon as I pull my gun I know that someone's gonna die, die, die, die 

Someone's gonna die-ei-ei-ei die 

Tonight 

Nigga, this that shooter music 

I'm about that life so much I might go touch my rifles butt 

And my dick just might go up 

Nigga, that nostril on that rifle'll knock the snot right out you 

Try me and I try out ya 

The drum on the gun is Beta like Phi Alpha 

But there ain't no frat niggas in the hood be calling me Tackleberry 

And if he's iron, he will have him a easier time trying 

To put on some pads and go in and try to tackle Barry 

Then he go against this got damn G4 buying, Detroit lion 

I'm about that life so much I might go golf 

Trying to get me a hole-in-one to remind me of life when I go off 

Homocidal thoughts, bodies outlined in chalk by the time it's dark 

Dahmer signing his name on a dotted line with a bloody body part 

I don't give a fuck if they wilding, I got a clip full of fucking Ray Allens 

Selling that Sarah Palin, in broad day, a Letterman Fallon 

When I shoot this iron, all you hear is hooping and hollin' like 

(Bombs away) Bootsy Collins 

Everything you been asking for, yes, I'm about to give it to you 

You ain't gotta worry no more, cause I'm about to put one through you 

I got a bullet with your name on it, coming through the radio 

Sounds like I got an AK dumping straight to the radio 

If you trying to be target practice, you finally found a shooter 

Soon as I pull my gun I know that someone's gonna die, die, die, die 

Someone's gonna die-ei-ei-ei die 

Tonight 

They shot my nigga three times, as his abdominal bled 

They robbed him for phenomenal bread, that domino led 

To other dominos fallin' in his clique, off with their heads, sick 

Saw him in that hospital bed, leaned away from the doctor and said 

They'll all be dead soon, and I'm talking before that nurse can change the IV 

I'ma put em in the dirt, leave em leaking raspberry flavored ice tea 

My G, kill him and take his ID 

I'm a renegade like E-M-I-N-E-M and Ja-Y-Z 

Bitch it's karate, it's Mr. Miyagi mixed with Issey Miyake 

Smell that chopper kicking when it's lifting ya body 

Quick as Bugattis, then I'm hitting the Omni 

With a chicken licking my dick in the lobby; this New Edition, I'm Bobby 

Fast laner 

I'm speaking the truth, put 3 in the coupe 

I'ma wet your head like a leak in the roof 

Then I'm leaving the booth for gas chamber 

My granny calling me a rap singer 

But she don't know I use my strap finger 

Everything you been asking for, yes, I'm about to give it to you 

You ain't gotta worry no more, cause I'm about to put one through you 

I got a bullet with your name on it, coming through the radio 

Sounds like I got an AK dumping straight to the radio 

If you trying to be target practice, you finally found a shooter 

Soon as I pull my gun I know that someone's gonna die, die, die, die 

Someone's gonna die-ei-ei-ei die 

Tonight 

Look, this a whole nother "Ether" 

Hop out, black mask, low Caesar 

Tell the goonies keep it low with the reefer 

New bodies on old heaters 

We ain't rapped too tight 

Starving, they thought Jeffrey Dahmer had appetite 

I'm detail, not derail 

Don't lay your head if you shit by it 

Got skeletons, but my shit private 

I paved the way, y'all misguided 

So try it, I'mma send a threat 

Tie her up don't end her yet 

Bullet go through your wife's eye now we know you ain't on the internet 

In my head I see amateurs, can't retain a memory 

All I'm left with is images 

With that I'm putting emphasis 

And in parentheses 

Put he's hated by large percentages 

And all my nemesis won't even let 'em on the premises 

One shot, change him for life, he'll be belligerent 

Even his text messages are gonna read like he's whispering 

Bulletproofed the hoodie for Trayvon Martin 

Then go to war with the cops, even they aren't pardoned 

Everything you been asking for, yes, I'm about to give it to you 

You ain't gotta worry no more, cause I'm about to put one through you 

I got a bullet with your name on it, coming through the radio 

Sounds like I got an AK dumping straight to the radio 

If you trying to be target practice, you finally found a shooter 

Soon as I pull my gun I know that someone's gonna die, die, die, die 

Someone's gonna die-ei-ei-ei die 

Tonight