Slaughterhouse
Warfare
[Intro: Joell Ortiz]
Yaowa, yaowa
It's J. O. (Joell Ortiz)
It's J. O. (Jump Off)

[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
You now hearin'
Hip-hop at its finest, I'm just
Criminal minded, the Ed Hardy with the fine fit (Oh)
Track just started, no need to rewind it

[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]
Me, I'm bringin' fresh air back, I'm rap's heimlich
Got 'em all sick is that vomit? Ew, you nasty (Ha)
Man, I'll smack your skin if you feel you passed me

[Verse 3: Joe Budden]
It's like we lions against Lassies
N***as ain't nice, they lyin', the flow ass cheek
I'm on the beat like Contra, pow!
Steamroll over shit, I'm in a Tonka now
This ain't about radio, see, I'm beyond the dial
But still strong arm a n***a, E. Honda style, ow

[Verse 4: Joell Ortiz]
The inserts on your album put my ganja out
Y'all sweeter than the lip gloss on Rihanna mouth (Hehe)
Y'all sleepin', in pajamas on your momma couch
I'm freakin', in the Bahamas throwin' condoms out (Yaowa)
[Verse 5: Joe Budden]
Hold up, dawg
These felons ain't predicate, sandcastle delicate
Metal spittin' leave 'em on the field like Everett (Oh)
I does my own stunts, like a Jackie Chan movie
Mismatch, belt Prada but the pants Louie
If you ain't fair to me, then your whole camp sushi
Rockin' Iceberg when n***as didn't understand Snoopy
Damn [?], these chain of command's ran through me
You and your man uzi slow down like Brand Nubie
Can't do me, cramped to me, like a man groupie
If that's the number one pick, then he Sam Bowie
And I hate to blow a homi' on your mans
You ain't Kid Rock, can't box the Tommy witcha hands, ma'fucker (Uh)

[Verse 6: Joell Ortiz]
I was really in the lobby with the grams tryna take guap
In the hallway, all day is or it ain't hot
Listenin' to Hot 9 like, "What do they got
That I don't? With a blindfold, I see everyone they say's hot
It's too easy, I'm feelin' like I'm a cheater (Why?)
The flow heavy; your's light like a slice of pita (Haha)
When moms was pregnant she was lightin' reefer
That's why I'm nice, in the middle of Alaska, I'll write a heater
I'm just cool and rough, hoody matchin' my Adidas
Pants with the permanent wrinkles like I am iron either (Uh)
I will make every last one of you guys believers
Dudes is all lost, that's my word, I'm playin' timer's keeper
[Verse 7: Joe Budden]
Treat me like a big brother, slash fifth tucker
Let the cig snuff you, you a kid, fuck ya
Cocked AK, Mayday, listenin' to "Dre Day"
Camcord me diggin' 'em out somethin' like Ray J
They like Steve Irwin up against the stingray
Heat up like Jean Gray, when somethin' with the beans spray (Uh)

[Verse 8: Joell Ortiz]
Take a sip of E&J, then a little puff or two
Get some butt, then kick out the slut, you's a bugaboo (Haha)
Weak dressers in the ring with Mr. Wonderful
Paul Orndorff, man, y'all all soft and huggable (Woo)
They're dealin' with a pro here that don't care
Y'all stiff and worn out like a closet with old gear
And I ain't goin' nowhere, producers know I'm the best thing
Over those snares, what you speak is wack (Oh)
Ortiz, I overdose like the needle's packed (Come on)
I [?] I give the speakers dap

[Verse 9: Joe Budden]
Hold up, Joell
The ether's back, see, I'm rap's Larry Johnson
Redid my contract, now the chief is back
So blame it on fatigue, have you like Greg Oden
Injured before your first game in the league
I'm spendin' old faces, n***as took my style
Gotta steal my own shit back like O.J. did
Might size you and your spouse, have guys go in your house
With ridges on the nose of the rifle like Alf!
Blaow