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[Intro: I & Joell Ortiz]
S-sutt
Hip-Hop Reloaded
I'm kinda fucked up, on these Lokos in this bitch
(SLAUGHTERHOUSE!!)

[Verse 1: I]
Yo, they try to keep me out the ranks of the greatest
But I've been longer than Chilean miners
Fisticuff music, get a a shiner
COB's my religion, minus gay designers
(S-sutt S-sutt!)
(Wait a minute, my nigga JC in motherfucker. Dida, hold on)

[Verse 2: Joell
(Slaughterhouse nigga!!)
No way I could sit around watch my homie down
This 2 quarters, one eighth for the pound
Pound for pound, we'll you out. Girls say, "Yo they fly"
Can't say dick, but yo try, hit 'em with a pound, ok bye
keep it moving like dope on the block
I post Karl Malone in the spot
Quiet with the jazz, I spazz
And I gave Four Loko a shot
Might chill like wine in a restaurant
What the "F" you
Ain't nothing over here but some gaspin' for air and a nice little stretcher to you on
to be so so cool and I go fool with the Pro Tools, I'm a student of the old school
But pass the torch or I'll to force you to play a little game of sudoku
Put days in numbers
Coming up I was poverty with pain and hunger
That shit weak so, yeah I'm trying to eat like the motherfucking day that gave Columbus
Nothing but flames us
I say us, I'm talking about the slaughter
I'm talking about the new order
I rap that, make sacks a nice little snack for your daughter
So Hip Hop we fittin' to hop you on your foot
It's a problem that Yaowa hook up with Sutt Sutt!

[Verse 3: I]
Yo (Heyyy!!!)
Hit a nigga like pow, click pow
get down, spit 6 rounds
This down
Living in a whole another district with a thick and a thick bitch get dicked down
My dick she put 'round
Take a twitpic, lemme slow shit down
I'm reloaded, 52 weeks this that spit
I wipe the earth's face with you, shit
One day, buy you niggas on that Viacom tip
Then take bitch cause mami flies a cybertron ship
around with your vibrant thing
Look at the dog that I became
German shepard, put sperm in heifer
by that hydrant man
BET, top ten list, I ain't mad cause be there later
Tip my hat to shit that, well-deserved I won't be their hater
If anything I'mma be the creator who a way for you to speak to your people
Once a with that music leak
Now look how loud my future
Innovative, niggas hate it, I don't I rest in peace 'em
Eat beast like a decent feast
yo' instrumental, I just lease them
I mash and beast them
Just what it like
anarchy, chaos, and pandemonium have a threesome
C.O.B. is money, what you boys thank
Beamer, Benz or Bentley, I call my garage Lloyd
I'm ?? ?? watching the New Orleans Saints
My creole bitch, she got on panties, huh, no she
Last of a dying breed I indeed squeeze
Fire weed, silverback if you buying trees
Diamond rings, finer things, chain than 99 degrees
Dine with Gs, wine and cheese, please, you minor league
The fans made me my Ferrari Spider
Eastsider, sorry momma, I'm a
Flyer than in coach, Marty Schottenheimer
I will trade hard dick for some hot
No unless your name is Crooked I
Read my shirt, it say? #OKBYE
You know I go hard in the
Hard in the I'mma go get it all
You don't like I'mma go get it all
Suck my dick that hole in the wall
I slowing down for no nigga, naw
out my way homie, don't get involved
Cause yo' fittin' to
You don't know that my get in all
I'm doper than (5x)

[Crooked I and (Joell Ortiz) ]
Whatch' gonna do?
Whatch' gonna do, huh?
Y-You're not going to record me?(Joell Ortiz)
Ya'll recording me *laughs*
(Crooked, whatch' you do?)
Oh, (COB to Yaowa, Hip Hop Weekly)
He ain't do no with Crook
You already don't do no with Crook BITCH!!
"That can't be on my soundtrack"
You said that, FAGGOT!*Laughs*
is Hip Hop Weekly Reloaded, mayne. Nahmean?
This is no
out to the other next diss, J Michelle
It's no country, why I care
When them niggas try to, bag me, on YouTube
Which one of you west coast reached out to me and said, "Yo, Crook, you alright?"
of you niggas, so guess what? Ssutt Ssutt!
I ain't fuckin' you niggas, BITCH!
Ok, bye (x3)
Hey ???
down effect* Ok, Bye