Wack Mc`s Lyrics - Slaughterhouse

[Intro: sample of Boogie Down Productions' "My Philosophy"] 

Rap is like a set-up, a lot of games 

A lot of suckas with colorful names 

I'm so-and-so, I'm this, I'm that 

Huh, but they all just wick-wick-wack 

[Joe Budden] 

Ladies and gentlemen 

With no further adieux {"wick-wick"} 

It's your man, Joey! {"wick-wi-wi-wi-wick-wick-wack"} 

Look {"wick-wick-wick-wack"} 

I'm the perfect one to show ya, all that slick talkin could be over 

All it's gon' take's a U-turn from the chauffeur 

You test me, you just see 

We mix hands with guns, that's the hood's UFC 

And me? I never had gear (nah) but since last year 

I swore not to cop nothin if it wasn't cashmere 

You just salty, I'm fonder than sodium 

Anticipate the shots like Obama at the podium 

Me and y'all are nowhere near the same pedigree (nah) 

Not in layman's terms, hypothetically 

Metaphorically, lyrically, not especially 

Theoretically (I mean) we just different genetically 

And they ain't named me the champion yet 

So it's, ACG's, Champion sweats 

Homie this is just a thought (for) 

The Donny Wall DJ's that don't wanna play the best nigga in New York, dawg 

[Chorus] 

"Wick-wick-wack" 

"Wick, wick-wi-wick-wi-wick-wick-wack" 

"Wick-wick-wick-wack" 

"Wick-wick-wack" 

"Wick, wick-wi-wick-wi-wick-wick-wack" 

"Wick-wick-wick-wack" 

[Royce Da 5'9"] 

OHH! My nigga Spyda is BACK! 

5'9", that's me, I'm back baby 

Slaughterhouse what? 

My nigga Jumpoff said it best - y'all niggaz married to the streets 

I'm married to a bottle of Patrn wearin a weddin dress 

Y'all niggaz is dead unless you see we have not been playin 

The Slaughterhouse ain't no goddamn gang 

Show up to the bar where you hang 

Shoot at your bottle like, "Hohh, we pop champagne!" 

No disrespect to ol' D's boy Jimmy 

I ain't Prince Akeem but I will greet you with the sweepers or the (Semmi)'s 

These other lame rappers is broke 

They so po' they gotta name 'Loso to have a (Fabolous) quote 

And to the fo'-fo' grabbin they throat tellin 'em choke 

Your niggaz arms all froze like they havin a stroke 

Admit it y'all, Nickel bonkers, kick and stomp ya 

Put a nigga sleepin in a shlomper, I am not the one bruh 

This my response to that nigga hidin out in Yonkers 

[crickets chirping] Haha, that nigga's (blam) 

[Chorus] 

[Joell Ortiz] 

Uhh, Joell Ortiz (Joell Ortiz) yup, it's really me 

I used to drink the beer promoted by Billy Dee 

By the bodega in chancletas and a white tee 

Steady cocoa pia callin papi for a iced tea 

Married to the block, that's why I never kept a wifey 

Million fish in the sea, I juggled a couple Pisces 

Had a fetish for guns, I always kept a few near 

Never shot someone but I fired 'em all on New Year's 

Never lost a fight, I'm like 25-and-O, what! 

Except that time in high school but he jetted when I woke up 

E'ry time I spit it's like somebody filled the whole cup 

with liquor and just downed it, they hear it wanna throw up 

Many nights the fridge held me down with old cold cuts 

No mayo? No mustard? No bread? Ah, so what! 

On the floor in the corner was my mattress, B 

I hated that so I don't rap like you wack MC's 

[Chorus] 

[Crooked I] 

Geah! S-dot H-dot, ha ha! 

I laugh after I kill you, I'm a poor sportsman 

Slaughterhouse the successors to the Four Horsemen 

Niggaz born to pimp so bring some more whores in 

Thinkin with my other hand before more foreskin 

Me and Red Spyda, roll in a red Spider 

Executive Westsider, homie's a tec writer 

Homie I check riders, you better stand down 

Hands down, you'll be man down on the damn ground 

Long Beach, the home of them strap clappers 

From ringtoners to backpackers, I smack rappers 

Speak on us and we gon' be bendin them street corners 

to clap actors, after that brrrap, collapse backwards 

Shit, that's when the force roll through 

I Malcolm X you pigs, what the pork gon' do? 

I Malcolm X the track, that mean arm-leg-leg-arm-head 

Body the beat, the torso too, heh 

And leave the chorus for you, NIGGA! 

[Chorus - begins during last line]