Warriors Lyrics - Slaughterhouse

Check the scene boppers 

Slaughterhouse, still standing 

There was a murder last night 

And the shit didn't really sit right with me 

So I had to tell a story, ohh, baby! 

Blood on the walls, street life 

America's worst nightmare, ahead by light years 

Hip hop's only shining star in the night's air 

Right here, don't fight fair, what I write, yeah 

Might there, throw 'em off like they Bobby Knight's chair 

I been where you tryna be, I'm already hot 

All about cake, Betty Crock' and spit ready rock 

They know my bar came venom in a bezzie rock 

Kicks from Fight Club, outfit from Eddie Brock 

I'm going for the kill, focused on a steady plot 

John Wilkes the Booth like when he dead aimed his nezzie shot 

You listening to hip hop's finest 

You rewind this, Slaughterhouse behind this 

I like rap, this shit is cool, I'm better than mad niggas 

But I'm just as good a crack pitcher as a pad ripper 

I say that to say this, don't let mad liquor 

Turn me to a bodybag zipper and not a ad-libber 

Couple joints ago I was right on that ave with ya 

Mad bigger than the catch David Tyree had last winter 

I'm not a made-up character, that's a Puerto Rican Brooklynite 

With two kids y'all see in them mag pictures 

And however I gotta feed 'em I will 

All they ever gon' need in life is just, me and my will 

Interfere with that it's gon' be more than a beat that I kill 

Disrespect with an indirect and you will see if I'm real 

Fuck you blood-sucking parasites 

I'm bringing the terror right in front of your parents' sight 

You parents' eyes and yeah, I wear a pair of pipes 

I wear 'em like cellulite on a pair of thighs 

I'm Eric Wright, I'm Ruthless, I terrorize 

You'll either perish or be paralyzed, I'm a thousand degrees Fahrenheit 

I'm even keeping them heaters when we perform 

On stage rocking like we from Korn, the people roar 

What they don't know it's a secret war 

Inside of a rider I'm seeking revenge on the world for bein born! 

And the desert eagle is mi amor, she'll fuck you to death 

Blow your brains, either or cause she a whore 

Allow me to reassure your stripe's worthless 

Like a pair of Diadora's when it leaves the Adidas store 

Don't be comparing us to rappers 

Compare us to the Arabs, this a terrorist attack, uh, boom! 

Lord have mercy, we here to destroy everything 

You niggas is butter in front a fucking machete swing 

Mothafucka I'm fly, I ain't no scary goon 

Try me and I guarantee you I'mma see you very soon 

Leave a nigga ass out like Prince, take his bitch 

Put my Graffiti Bridge right Under Her Cherry Moon 

We notorious, pushing them Porsches 

Y'all niggas the orphans - us? We the warriors 

Ohh, wait a minute boppers 

Royce, slow down baby 

This rap shit is a workout on my legs 

A nigga going hard on his bike but too many dudes is jumping on the pegs 

They know when that raw shit get recorded 

Either let your speakers enforce it or lay down in a moshpit 

Of course it's the bosses, acting like officers 

Running in these corporate offices 

Hungry looking for a four-course dish no matter what the cost is 

Like the world's lawless so we don't know what remorse is 

Cause the V need like a thousand horses 

Slaughterhouse hoodie on, that's my new couture shit 

It's Jumpoff! He be the best 

Computers rank me number one, blame the BCS, it's they fault 

Ask about your boy, I'm nice with my hands 

Maybe that's why, every last thing I write is a jam 

Minus the fans, the flights to Japan, I am the man 

Anyone who feel they could see me is in dire need of a eye exam 

My mind expands wider than the fanbase of a fire band 

And what I release from my diaphragm, sticks to you 

Like the wrists of Spiderman, fool a average listeners 

What you liars can do but you will die a scam 

When I die they will retire my entire hand 

For years of scripted whoop-ass, making intruders try a can 

I guess the moral of the story is Joell's victorious 

And everything's all gravy like Notorious 

I left a nigga dead cause he said he was ready for I 

Let the Beretta give him wings since he said he was fly 

I'm in my Chevy riding to "Bar Exam" and "Mood Muzik" 

They the closest to "Reasonable Doubt" and "Ready to Die" 

Crooked I, watch for snitches and wire devices 

My 45th, fire in crisis, lift you higher than prices 

All my ice, and on the mic, I am the nicest 

Me and my bitch ride for life like Osirus and Isis 

Yeah, word to Run-D.M.C. I'm Tougher Than Leather-face 

Never threw a gun in the trash but they call me Weapon Waist 

It's like you moving from the projects to the Hamptons 

The way my hammers be sending bastards to a better place 

Let me set it straight, they fans been led astray 

Niggas keep gassing with guns with unleaded spray 

They don't know they one flow, one medic away 

From being taken away from here in the leaded state 

I handle all of my serious issues with metal 

I stick you so deep in the earth your zipper can tickle the devil 

I'm skipping the pick and the shovel, I'm picking you up 

And I'm shoving your head in the mud 'til your kickings is level 

Pardon I live for the moment, you rhymin I give the atonement 

Like the Indians, I scalp and I wig the opponent 

But I'm a chief, matter fact I'm a beast 

I'm a mothafuckin' Slaughterhouse G, boom!