Slaughterhouse – Microphone 0

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Too many Indians and no chiefs
I pull out the pistol when I pull no piece

I'm the blueprint, I have your clothes
Lookin' like they was designed by bullet holes and shoe prints
When I bless a joint, it's like Spock
Came up in the spot and grabbed the beat by the pressure point

I got the voc' in touch, I tell my b**ch I'ma
Give up drinkin' when she give her emotions up
Too many enemies and no killers
Too many that hate snitchin' but know squealers

I get stacks, I blam hard
With the click-clack, that Antarctica wrist wrap
I spit crack for yard n**gaz to get dope
Y'all gotta wait for the transporter to get back

So who's the illest, what you talkin' 'bout?
Die Hard like you Bruce Willis when I shoot to kill it
Too many hood guys, not enough good guys
The way you say p**sy in plural, is puss-i

[Chorus One]
I don't be f**kin' around on that microphone
When I'm kickin' them flows on that microphone
The illest n**ga that's holdin' that microphone
I put my heart and my soul in that microphone

I put it down on that microphone
Turn up the muthaf**kin' sound on that microphone

[Chorus Two]
But turn it down if you weak on that microphone
Lame n**gaz shouldn't speak on that microphone
My ultrasounds show me holdin' a microphone
That's on my momma, I was born with a microphone

Groupies love Crooked I on the microphone
Like James Brown I'ma die on the microphone

[Crooked I]
Too many rappers need to leave this mic alone
They on the same bullsh** that Mike was on

You're lookin' at the unseen, missin' and to the unheard
I kill your career with one word (Slaughterhouse!)
You're verbally flirtin' with murder, you got some nerve
I lift your skirt like a young perv (Knock 'em out!)

We the mob, homie who need a job?
Plus I'm so fly tell Derek Fisher I need a lob
Too many in this industry I need to rob
And if eatin' n**gaz made you obese, I be the Blob!

F**k props, n**ga this a different conquest
Listen this hear me spittin' think it's a pissin' contest
I'm in it for power, if cowards try to stop me
They better off usin' a fishin' pole to reel in the Lock Ness

Yes! I got a barrel that'll spot wussies
If you are what you eat, how come I'm not p**sy?

[Chorus Three]
You lil' n**gaz better come off that microphone
I'm educated but I'm dumb on that microphone
Don't even bother, you'll be done on that microphone
I turn a father to a son on that microphone

I'm a revolver in the slum on that microphone
And tell his R's I don't need no microphone

[Joell Ortiz]
Too many critics tend to be silly
Too many frogs go ribbit but never leave lillies

I get it poppin' like I neen milli
Now I'm havin' a whale of a good time, I'm a Free Willy
Y'all lip singers take a pic, click, cheese really
Fans, who their man, I'm they quick pick easily

None of you kids spit evenly
You body my verse is like a thick b**ch leavin' me
Ha ha, too many fantasies and no fame
Too many claimin' insanity and they so sane

Less than wack Scooby Snack lack flow game
Rappers everythin' I do be that crack cocaine
Your career is doobie wraps, slap Joe name
In any one of them verses say hello to the hearses

Too many monkey-see-monkey-doers
I slaughter pigs on my tail like Punky Brewster

[Chorus Four]
N**gaz know I get it in on that microphone
Y'all don't know where to begin' on that microphone
I don't see how y'all could win on that microphone
A pioneer, I set trends on that microphone

Decide who you wan' be on that microphone
I see a bunch of lil' me's, micro clones