See Dead People Lyrics - Slaughterhouse

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I, I see dead people 

I, I-I see dead people 

I, I-I, I see dead people 

I, I, I see dead people 

[Royce Da 5'9":] 

I see different day same sick language 

You a game, I'm a game of Russian roulette 

Pain and Kurk Cobain mixed with Bane 

Drenched in purple rain 

And I rearrange your prints, cut ya fingers off 

Mail 'em to your sons, kindergarten class 

In a Remy Martin glass 

Note attached sayin Billy, call your dad 

Signed sincerely, he really caught it bad 

He clearly could not doubt you 

The alcoholic induced me in a coma you sweep 

The hostile you, see murder, my style true 

Basquiat, Reebok shoe 

Our guns ain't coming out if we not shooting 

Yours? Yours is coming out with Detox 2 

When we shot, woo, we shock 

Which one of y'all niggas wanna box the King Cobra? 

I'll mop ya team sober 

I'm not stoppin' till they drop me in a box in a mausoleum 

Sayin': "here lies an artist with an audience broader than Joselyn's shoulders" 

Hip hop played with the flow, related to poem 

The greatest to go in, favor Patrone 

Maybe record a poem with Oprah and played it back for Raven Simone 

Later niggas! (later niggas) 

I got a crush on Queen Latifah cause I had a dream 

We gotta fuck on without the Monie love 

I'm wyling on these drugs 

It's just me and my team and an obscene amount of girls 

You can eat our dust, we playing ring around the world 

[Hook:] 

I said you know, that we are 

Some crazy (I see dead people) 

And plus, we know (I-I-I see dead people) 

That we are (I, I-I, I see dead people) 

Some crazy (I, I-I see dead people) 

[Crooked I:] 

Yea, I see 'em too with my sixth sense 

They prowling while I'm browsing through your housing 

With the authority to do you horribly 

Leave you in 8 sections like fixed rent 

While your bitch bent over extending my dick's lift 

Doggystyle literally when she make my cock expand yo 

And you barking up the wrong tree again 

Nothing's three-dimensional, different plain of existence 

The only role the clairvoyant human being can see me in 

My theatrics lean, psychiatrics right 

Like these raps getting ghost-written 

By somebody psychopathic residing inside of my psyche's attic 

Inspirin' rap shit that the coke get in 

Or it might be acid, constipation 

No shit and it might be magic, that's it! 

Speaking of magic 

All I need is a package of the Magnums and a thick snow bunny to pull off the illest rabbit in hat trick 

I'm throwing verbals at you before my circles slapped you 

Hey, guess what I heard 

If you anti-snitch it can bring down even the greatest person, that true? 

I guess so, go ask Joe Paterno statue, uh (Crazy nigga!) 

The instrumental's looping, I sit in a mental institution 

With screws loose in my temple, sending you simpleton delusions 

Confusing your views with simple distribution 

The lyrics I'm using to abuse you 

[Hook] 

[Joell Ortiz:] 

Y'all crazy man, I ain't crazy man, tell them Swayze man 

They think I'm nuts like a squirrel baby hands 

Patting the ground, burying my ex-girl's new man's left testicle 

Next to two stands, yellin' shady fans 

Starting to rescue range of Anadelle painted grand tans 

But that ain't the case man, I'm just tryna save fans from the same damn million and 80 grams 

3-80 blam bars while I wipe my Ray Ban's sunny cause they can't mummy 

I mean rap, y'all get the point like E.T. back in the 80's 

So ease back when Ortiz rap, it's the Navy, Air Force, Army in my reese pack 

Then an ABC opposition operative robot 

Built by the fans who feel ya'll so not that I'll so scream yaowa when your show start 

Will devour you cowards, firin' rounds from high power go karts 

Till your entire town's in a shower and the soap drops 

Fuck! Like the last nut who sucked my blow pop 

Cause I'm charming and schlong felt like King Kong's arm and I pulled twice 

Antibiotics, my psychotic is sick 

Recite The Bible on the toilet cause my God I'm the shit 

Grab my ipod and it skips 

All you hear is the house like sittin' on Amityville couch sayin' Michael you a bitch see 

See? Pumping with thorozine, I can't see 

Sido, e-mail from horror scenes, see C dog 

Thought I see red people like C.C. Sabathia's scum track 

Maybe it's a whole bunch of dead people 

[Hook] 

[Joe Budden:] 

Wonder why he different from these boys 

My temperament's annoyed, Sigmund Freud 

Belligerent on Ritalin and Rory don't 

Look for a reason, all sentiment is void 

Oh and pencil when I'm coy when I enter and destroy 

Watch the tape slow mo and took the stand, face blam 

Raised my left hand, spit on the Bible as I approached 

Then grabbed the mic screamed it's over for you roaches 

We can close this only thing that make me crazy, they can't figure out a motive 

See I'm bipolar, you minimalize my mental strides 

Memorize the track enterprises if I've been inside it 

My eyes flashes meat tenderized 

My heart will arise 

If God put my sins aside I swear I'll start genocide 

My funeral should look like a general died 

Dog's there, let the kennel inside 

And they'll say he insane though 

Me, I'd agree with that claim though 

Peep my angle, but some would say he is an angel 

Never gave a fuck, druggin' way too many in my state of serenity 

Keep it, How can man be here the same boat 

Ain't no chokes read Fantasia with the written rainbow 

Peeing, fleeing, the same clothes 

It's just 2012, Lou Ferigno, just blow 

Head in a fish bowl 

Headed to hell, dipped in crisco 

And walk over your eclipse, show me where it is 

You have eaten, turned into Al Green with a phobia of grits 

I know dudes that never took the fall for they body 

Skipped childhood perhaps couldn't afford an Atari 

Record the homie, call Ferrari, try to mawl the real Paul McCartney 

You mighta thought this out awkwardly 

Not neurotic, this perpetual 

And homeboy that ain't saliva, it's last week's Molly residue 

That demon I carry is heavy 

So whoever said that's a hard pill to swallow must never met me 

My new nickname's "Approach With Caution" 

Owe me money, I resurrect if you approach that coffin 

Take my kindness for weakness it would be your last error 

Wrote my thin line between love and hate and mascara 

Give me gasoline, pliers, cleaver don't forget the wrench 

More oil on his tongue, easier to get him pitched 

Slaughterhouse fuck, leaves you, you ain't get the hint 

Basement full of insides, freezer full of ligaments 

Let that be a warning if you eager to getting rich 

Gut you niggas whole you Febreeze just to rid the stench 

Your devoured, work magic with a weapon 

And I'm as indecisive as D Howard you bleed coward 

Be certain if you see a guy lurking through your blinds and curtains 

It's Tyler Durden, and verbal, can't merge and emerge as if it's just artificial insemination 

Only here for revenge cause to him it's just ventilation 

Pissed off and annoyed he was goin' in incineration 

By a virgin menstuating as a nurse continue racing 

Truman Show his whole life, watch the demonstration 

And that's one way of fuckin' the world, no penetration 

Don't know what to make of you 

The six sense is equal in life form but way more than unbreakable 

[Outro:] 

The game of the super group is being changed right now, my nigga 

House gang, that's right pops, let me talk my shit before we go off 

Alright pops I guess that's enough shit talking 

Ya'know what I mean 

Y'all know, right?