[Intro: Ras Kass]
This is something special
[?] carry judgement over the threshold

This is something special
[?] carry judgement over the threshold

[Verse 1: Ras Kass]
Shit always funny ’til somebody get hurt
That’s why I pimped on Eve and made Adam out of dirt
I’m able like Cain to leave a n***a slain
I ease up in your brain like cancer in an old man
Hey news, guess I’m addicted to the Beirut
Heavy on this holy water, Grey Goose and Jesus
Was hanging over [?]’s change like [?] noose
But Amеrica’s hypocrite can’t accept gay troops
[?], skinheads and hatе Jews
Rest in peace, L, BIG, Eazy and my man Proof
Can’t respect a n***a who stay church mice and pump TECs
When a n***a die, you talk shit, ‘nough said
Punks jump up, east, south, north, west
Catch me upstate, beast mouth, Gore-Tex
Star Trek, Klingon coming out a vortex
Swear I merk every fucking rapper, bring on your best

[Hook: Kurupt]
How come you n***as is bitches?
Acting like you something you not, you fictitious
I am war, simple and plain vicious
Pop lead, Sid Vicious, we morticians
[Verse 2: Kurupt]
I’ll make these motherfuckers panic, I’m ignorant
A motherfucking ignoramus, elephant, elegant, excellence
That’s [?] and my bitch
Then it’s me again, motherfucker, I make you all panic
I channel your brainwaves
I got a specialty wholesale, I sell graves
Augusta gallops all across the plains, let Evander win
Or I’ll huff and puff and blow your house down
Tornado, NATO, Santa Ana winds
I’m illegal in the skies, I plummet the earth
I stomp like Sasquatch, the abominable thirst
The abomination Ceasar young Ebenezer
I saturate bodies with shotties and meat cleavers
Olly olly oxen three or catch you in the alley, cock and squeeze in the [?], [?]ing these
Banana babies, from Beijing with fun
Toolies to send you to Oz like Judy Garland, look
([Ras Kass]: click your heels twice, we are not in Kansas anymore)
I make these n***as panic

[Hook: Kurupt]
How come you n***as is bitches?
Acting like you something you not, you fictitious
I am war, simple and plain vicious
Pop lead, Sid Vicious, we morticians
[Verse 3: Killah Priest]
Lyrics more wicked than triple sixes and spirits to fishes
Rap [?] when you hear it horrified to far and wide
To the darker side, gothic skies and [?]s and knives
And guns and roses target Moses, young explosive
Run with soldiers ferocious, don’t slip that open
Provoking the omens and Romans, Trojan slogan
Jewish, Christian, Muslim
Thou shall not eat from the meat that's feet is cloven
As chosen as [?]
Barbarian, the bars'll of bury 'em
Scars and heavy skin, [?]s and deadly winds
Cigars for every sin, laugh at disaster
Last chapter is rapture
Light your fingers with [?]
Smash you in the mountains
Huffing like a falcon, the album will grab ya…

[Kurupt]: …like talons, go through your body like [?]

[Ras Kass]: bitch, walk on tight ropes, it’s all balance

[Killah Priest]: we in this for the violence

[Hook: Kurupt]
How come you n***as is bitches?
Acting like you something you not, you fictitious
I am war, simple and plain vicious
Pop lead, Sid Vicious, we morticians
[Verse 4: Canibus]
I will ooze lyrical exactitude from your bitch's boobs
To prove good things comes in twos
I refuse to lose, I lost and paid more dues
So 9 times out of 10, I'm in a confused mood
They listen to my shit, but what is the dynamics of the relationship
Why don't n***as listen like this
I'm a show you something out of this world, word is bond
Watch Shaka Zulu put his cock in Chaka Khan
Got so many stressful thoughts, my heart wants to take me to court
So many scars all over the God
Nobody move nobody nod, nobody got jawed
Nobody at all, your body is a casualty of war
Above the fangs and the horns, that's where the halo is worn
I was just informed that Slaughterhouse joined
Fuck it, real kings recognize real kings
Get busy is my thing I don't care about the ring
I'm one quarter HRSMN, my horse draws flying saucers
Before your time I rode Pegasus' mama
The horses talk about slaughter, double shot dose of karma
I ride bare chest, they wear armor
Will we strike at dawn, Father
I'll meet ya back at the altar before the daylight wanders
And the crescent moon changes my conduct
How long you been gone 'Bus? I come back covered in Dog blood
Fall back Slaughter rap, fire crossbow off horseback
Complete the whole course and all that
Follow dog paw prints in the snow to your doormat
Find where the prince keeps the hawk at
Carriership whale guns impale you bums
With nails that way tons and feels like a blunt sponge
Crush crystal to crumbs, crystal meth aluminum lungs
Still spittin with a tumor for a tongue
The fat lady sings, the fat man silences the slut
The horse gallops to the rhythm of the drum
Come through like yeah, Beijing all up in the beer
Horses in armor, everybody scared
The gods have appeared and you not prepared
You had lots of chances, not one was fair
The sound of compressed air in your ears are here
In the same hemisphere, it's clear the HRSMN are here
The supper came all the way from Sweden
That's a real long way to go just for something to get eaten
Better make sure you season, prepare food bring the beast in
Seat him over here I wanna see everything
Light start to dim, go to auxiliary power
Somebody get over here and talk to him
Where Buddhas and Judas come to slit my throat
I bleed all over their hands and still spit what I wrote
An irreversible plague, the scourge of a soon coming age
You are wise not to number your days
The irreversible plague, you know my name
The House of Slaughter and the HRMSN on top of the game

[Hook: Kurupt]
How come you n***as is bitches?
Acting like you something you not, you fictitious
I am war, simple and plain vicious
Pop lead, Sid Vicious, we morticians