Weight Scale Lyrics - Slaughterhouse

(Todays agenda) 

riding with them sodomy sisters 

Pistol on hip, hip to your pistol, 

the day I bow down to a bitch will 

Be the day I throw a bottle at Rihanna inside of a strip club 

Leave the booth 

just to leave a tooth floating around inside of your pimp cup 

What goes around comes around in the form of karma 

Nah, thats probably just me riding around your town in a Fisker 

Penning a rhyme equivalent to a winning lottery ticket 

Uh, fresh off that weight scale 

Living a crooked heaven on Earth giving them straight hell 

Kick in the door of them awards, wondering where are we sitting 

Niggas with tight jeans looking like where are they fitting 

Beware of they writtens, 

its parallel to an Arab sitting 

In the terrorist cockpit heading for hells kitchen 

I talk greasier than Harolds Chicken 

Dont cross me I leave scales tipping 

Im coming (fresh off that weight scale, fresh off that weight scale 

Fresh off that, fresh off that, fresh off that weight scale) 

My bitch curvy as a Persian virgins features 

She here to serve me, she here to disturb the reaper 

I keep bank, speak Franklins, word to Aretha 

Im fly as a bird 

and high as the Burj Khalifa 

I ride with kings, yall ride with fiends 

You fraudulent niggas remind me of a ponzi scheme 

One of yall niggas was probably cool in school 

The rest of yall niggas was clowns, we should call you the Fonzi team 

Im hate-prone 

Niggas listen like aint this about a bitch like it's a Drake song cause my cake long 

cause your bitch giving me cheekbone 

Like Grace Jones 

using my dick like a payphone 

But she aint getting the call back 

She getting the ball sack, hitting the jaw just where we parked at 

Quick as a car jack, 

I aint tryna be funny 

Im tryna be missionary lying on top of my money 

Im coming (fresh off that weight scale) 

what the fuck would I stop for 

Knowing I need more guap stored in my sock drawer 

They want an encore when the flow is at mach four 

King of the jungle no lying, I let the Glock roar 

And this bulletproof vest is irrelevant 

Im telling them look at your melon, Im nailing a shell in it 

And the shell is moving right through your 

melon into your skeleton 

Then the felon is belling the same pitch the fella was yelling and 

Police sirens respond to heat firing, Ima keep firing 

Ima flee, Ima be quiet, Im a G, Im a beat tyrant 

From Long Beach and Im East Side 

I oughta 

bury you artists like an artifact 

serious as a heart attack 

Dodger hat 

slaughter tats, 

roger that, art of rap 

Thats me, cant believe Ice never thought of that, who the fuck brought it back 

(Fresh off that weight scale, fresh off that weight scale 

Fresh off that, fresh off that, fresh off that weight scale) 

Fresh off that weight scale 

I guess Im Canibus and Kool Moe Dee, cause its hard for me to take Ls 

Im tryna make more cake than a bake sale 

Tell the jakes Ima make bail then escape cause I hate jail 

All these rappers saying they spitting hard raps 

Before I buy that shit, show me the Barfax 

I got a tongue like a sharp ax 

I got a ton of rhymes flyer than anything launching off tarmacs 

This is how real it is 

when I ghostwrite for niggas 

Im speaking through them, Im really just a ventriloquist 

A iller lyricst, 

a hint of ignorance 

A pinch of militant, a perfect description of what this nigga is 

Pull out a scale and weigh CDs 

Then distribute it to the fans til they need me 

Im a drug dealer so put out an APB 

The same shit that gave these 80's babies ADD 

pyrex sit in the kitchen feeling your eye sweat 

Gripping your wrist and watching that pie strech 

Pitching to different niggas for figures, never slipping 

5-0 tripping, I dip on them through the projects 

Dope boy mindset, gotta get this money 

Apply the same grind to this rhyme shit, dummy 

Pick a pad, pick a pen, pick a track, pick a flow, I pick it apart 

Like a locksmith digging in his nose, 

sit in the park 

With the Dres on, 

waist gone, heavy to eight long 

Put brains on pre-K, the shell is a crayon 

Man, Im just tryna write, please leave me alone 

Cause I aint trying to fight, Im a different Iron Mike 

Bite your ear with a syllable, lay a hook thatll finish you 

Throwing jabs at you little dudes, my opponents get rid of you 

Hit my corner and listen to Eminem, 

Crook and Nickel 

While Joey fucking the ring girl 

and this fight is unfixable, uh 

You rocking with a BQE boy 

That BBQ's EQ's and BB Kings with D-boyz 

Todays agenda, flame contenders 

And have their dame giving brain to they favorite member 

yaowa 

(Fresh off that weight scale) 

diary of a mad man 

Machete Joe Joe 

Aint gotta lie, what you see is what you get, aint nothing modified 

Me, I give them the same song, go check with 

Spotify 

Dont get the context wrong, Im the same G 

Spending old money, yall swear it was the same G 

Yeah, these model hoes cute and entertain me 

And though I let them go to the head, they never change me 

Far from innocent 

Your favorite rapper got a head nod before he approached 

and check my temperament 

I wake sleepy hollow, should've done a CT scan 

Go to Colorado right now and watch Batman 

So my dad think Im styling, how when 

Im everything hed be if these new drugs was out then 

I owe it to holmes, rolling stone 

But how I wouldnt let a stone roll 

, wonder why Im stone cold 

Problem child to aggravated adult 

Got bad cards but I aint blaming my hand, its logic 

I hate jewelry and authority the same 

So how the fuck you think I feel about a chain of command, 

I tell you how you different from I 

You always hugging the block, I kiss it goodbye 

Sober, my last drinking game started with truth or dare 

And ended with me thinking a name 

So yall call it out of control, Im confused when 

in something to me is the illusion 

Theres your answer, verbal slash cancer 

Now the strip club is a basement, I just came in with some dancers 

House gang, the clan made it 

A-Treats, 

Klan 

Joey the fan favorite 

Love then hate it both cause I cant fake it 

And if I did, I would never tell 

I said that all wrong, yall would never tell 

I keep the mind fucked up for the Jezebel 

Even if they help make it shit would never fail