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Joell Ortiz

"Everybody Down"

As we proceed to give you what you need

Slaughterhouse up in this b*tch, get your b*tch, make it quick
Nickel, Quick, Joey, Crook, you know we shut everybody down
b*tch this ain't no club hit, this ain't for no b*tches
This is a motherf*cking stick-up, quick, everybody down

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5’9”]
I’m about to rob the hardest n*gga out here
Yes I’m on my joker sh*t, I keep a Heath Ledger for the joke of it
I don’t plan ahead of them, I don’t gamble
I just keep a .44 clip, full of bullets that resemble poker chips
I’m so the sh*t, b*tches jumping at my pogo stick
Slaughterhouse you know we sick, everybody down
Take your b*tch, same b*tch you wake up with, make her trick
'til her f*cking thighs hurt, momma if your pus*y wet
You shouldn’t have a dry purse, call me Ryan Rhinoplasty
I will augment your ass if you mess with God’s work
When it comes to drama, fighting second, homicides first
I don’t look for drama, drama follows me, so why search?
Everybody, everybody we gon need you quiet, shh
Slaughter got a message, everybody down
I’m a cheddar getter, you a teller, I don’t care, whatever
I’ll just scare the witnesses, I’m the illest in here
Bring a pen and pad and don’t compare the sicknesses
Where the f*ck the ruler at, so we can measure sentences
I am better than I’ve ever been, never been better
I don’t follow trends, I set trends for the trendsetters, Nickle

[Hook]
Slaughterhouse up in this b*tch, get your b*tch, make it quick
Joey, Crook, you know we shut everybody down
b*tch this ain't no club hit, this is ain't no for b*tches
This is a motherf*cking stick-up, quick, everybody down

As we proceed to give you what you need
As we proceed-
And now: the drive by

[Verse 2: Crooked I]
First I pull up on your block, let my entire torch
Spit fire, burn down your empire’s boardwalk
b*tch I am melting my rims, tires, draw off
Porsche hit the wall, then my pills high as war-off
Crawled out, grabbed the new banana clip
Lascerations on my face, travel agents sh*t I still plan trip
Ran up on the first n*gga who had a whip
Either die a hero, or abandon ship (Get out your car n*gga!)
I could kill you now f*ck a witness
I’m all about my business, you all about your b*tchness
And I ain't bout to slow down, you oughta ask you daughter
About f*cking around with Slaughter, You bound to go down
I'mma disappear when you meet the Lord
I'mma be aboard a G4 to Singapore in me and more
Or bring a whore to be a slore
Either or we ignore casualties of war you can meet the floor now

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Joe Budden]
I get on my ‘I don’t give a f*ck’ kit, f*ck the money, f*ck the wealth
f*ck your label, f*ck your lyrics, you sit on a f*cking shelf
Lava so if ain't in the topic of the constant, the discussion fell
Tell the b*tch that this di*k ain't gone suck itself
n*gga, I ain't no rapper I’m a mercenary
Every verse I bury, some will blame it on the perks I carry
Been in disguise when I failed or I lost
But they won’t know I’m a god until I’m nailed on the cross
And these rappers is a mess, sad is if they best
Magnum to their chest, they could p*ss me, it won’t matter what they said
They just rhyme, I just climb on the ladder to success
And maybe bring me some n*ggas that would rather me with less
My advice for the f*ck boys: make some hard improvements
Career at a standstill how you gonna start a movement
Slaughterhouse the gang take part in what we doing
Or get steamed rolled over n*gga pardon the intrusion

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Joell Ortiz]
Y'all just heard my man snap, this is rubber band rap
Twisted drop a can cap pop pop a Xantax tell Everybody Down
Paid for life, f*cking around
Uppercut a clown, f*ck being playful pay homie with a frown
I don’t think y'all understand the magnitude
Mathematical, radical equations are easy to solve for power, yaowa
I’m the square root of a truth table, in the booth able to
Raise the bar from sub-par to the 9th power
I didn't pick at food, I devour
You think you hot dog, I’m walkin' around with a sauer
Kraut and onions, buns and ketchup mustard, relish
Wow I think I'mma fart, Everybody Down!
I don’t want the crown, I rock a fitted navy brown
Well its blue but yall been colorblind since I’d came around
Nobody can see me, I’m p*ssed off like my pee-pee
Then bought it in Tahiti, be easy, Slaughterhouse this is it

[Hook]

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