Sound Off Lyrics - Slaughterhouse - Slaughterhouse

You herbs we merged, we're an alliance 

We fight fire with flamethrowers, why would you try us? 

We an outfit, equivalent to voltron's 

That boy crooked I is equivalent to four arms 

Joell Ortiz is the body 

The cannibal slash killer, kill you then eat your body 

Joe Budden is the pair of legs 

He runs shit alongside I, the apparent head 

I am the general, bow now 

Fuck saluting! 

I don't really think y'all niggas get it 

Run up on your with a army it is 

On until it's done, finished 

You got a problem with any one of my slaughters 

Then y'all niggas can come with it 

Me and joey, we a perfect fit 

He like starting shit, I like ending shit 

I don't squash the beef, I don't bend a bit 

It ain't intricate 

I'm gon' shoot your stupid ass 

You too could laugh, you gon' die smiling 

Try wilding, I get hostile then I'm violent 

I don't make threats nigga I promise 

My style is stalin mixed with sick lyrics 

If you hear it, it'll lift your spirit 

Turn your appearance into a disappearance 

Di, di, di, di, di, di, di, di, di, ding 

I fuck with nothing but gangstas 

Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off, hut! 

I fuck with nothing but my clique 

Nothing but hot shit, follow me, sound off, sound off, hut! 

I fuck with nothing but gangstas 

Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off, hut! 

I put my money on my clique, hot shit 

Coming out the barrel of my fifth 

I got a raw flow, and I stay hungry more so 

Guess that's why I'm the torso 

I pour sweat when I perform shows 

What I record goes down as the best, but the vets won't let that torch go 

Y'all could keep it, they got flashlights now 

And flamethrowers, and I got one on my back right now 

Remain focused, that's what I tell myself now and then 

Don't want to go back to that block like when variation defends 

Uh-oh, my stomach growls again, I ain't none of you cowards friends 

Every human out of my sight before I count to ten 

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight 

I'm hungry like I never ate 

Set a table up with knives, forks and spoons, I'm 'bout to get a plate 

All these sweet dummies looking me like a pepper steak 

Means we never separate, we ain't married 

Jab it every time I touch a pen, I sort of set a date 

I'll devastate your career, look I'm a demonstrate 

Let me get a good breath take before I regulate 

(takes breath) okay, bye bye you guys, don't try to rhyme 

Cause line for line 

What I design is mine and mine 

My joint's divine, meaning right behind 

And thank god it shines all the light in mine 

So my eyes can find a nice dime to grind 

Come here girl, toma, toma, take that, take that 

I fuck with nothing but gangstas 

Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off, hut! 

I fuck with nothing but my clique 

Nothing but hot shit, follow me, sound off, sound off, hut! 

I fuck with nothing but gangstas 

Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off, hut! 

I put my money on my clique, hot shit 

Coming out the barrel of my fifth 

You rappers chasing popularity by any means, doing silly things 

Buying too many size twenty skinny jeans 

The west treat me like I'm really king 

I'm pacquiao in the Philippines, illest thing niggas seen 

You rappers dressing like you fittin to sing Billie Jean 

I got to intervene, fuck you I'm a intervene 

You loud talking, wouldn't kill a thing 

Matter of fact, where's your head nigga? I got the guillotine 

Fuck your Hollywood limousine and rented bling 

I give you three red dots and I call it a triple beam 

I'll put your pad on your property, fag 

Properly rob you and hop in the jag 

If you stopping the profit, the glock will be popping your body 

You'll rock a colostomy bag 

Shot in the abs, moms will be sad 

Pops will be mad, doctor be glad 

Possibly be stopping the plasma dropping 

Clock running out and the outcome bad 

Any one of you niggas fuck with my team 

Pretty ass thing with the infrared beam 

Sleep on that and get killed while you dream 

Fuck a rap group slaughterhouse a machine 

Slaughterhouse, a regime 

I'm gooned up if you know what I mean 

Everybody want to be down with the king 

No, no, no, no, no fly zone. 

I fuck with nothing but gangstas 

Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off, hut! 

I fuck with nothing but my clique 

Nothing but hot shit, follow me, sound off, sound off, hut! 

I fuck with nothing but gangstas 

Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off, hut! 

I put my money on my clique, hot shit 

Coming out the barrel of my fifth 

My one goal's to astonish 

Tell the President, VP, (you could) notify the congress 

They say I'm arrogant, pompous, but I'm honest 

I tell them keep an accomplice away from the accomplished 

They still making threats on your highness 

But I tell them where I be, they just ignore the compass 

I think all your mans' play dough, I don't buy that movie, fandango 

Fans they know that what you a soldier to a general 

Baby steel, got it in a bag, airtight navy seal 

Tell them little dudes I ain't mad at y'all 

College kids like Asher Roth 

Y'all just trying to put food on the table 

While I'm a just come and try to snatch it off 

If it ain't for me 

Most young dudes would be angrily 

But anxiously awaiting bankruptcy 

Wonder what makes little motherfuckers think they the same as me 

I'm synchronized you and your men should die 

Learn certain shit you ain't meant to try 

Got the ground covered with some niggas in disguise 

Best bet is to attempt to fly 

Shit's a game, you down, you in for life 

Fuck y'all, I ain't got to generalize 

Y'all enabled to write what the pen describes 

So when he asked what I meant and why, I tell him 

I fuck with nothing but gangstas 

Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off, hut! 

I fuck with nothing but my clique 

Nothing but hot shit, follow me, sound off, sound off, hut! 

I fuck with nothing but gangstas 

Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off, hut! 

I put my money on my clique, hot shit 

Coming out the barrel of my fifth