Luyện nghe bài hát Slaughtahouse *

* This song has two
A. "The cutting edge of hardcore rap; the most innovative
for 1993" -- gangsta parody following the "Classroom"
B. Paula Perry introduces the Slaughtahouse

A:

(Yeah... yeah... yeah...)
This is MC
And this is this MC
And this is our new single
OUR NEW

This shit is called
Negro! Coming off our last LP
LP
_Shit's Real Motherfuckers Dead_
Killin em
And is how we gonna rock shit for the nine-tray

Verse MC Negro

Here come the niggaz on earth
Cutthroats, ever since
Blood and guts are gonna
'cause it's murder murder murder, and kill kill
Chainsaw in my
Barb-wire rope, and hang ya like a poster
So I grab my axe you better drop
Cause I'm "swing swing swing, and chop chop chop" in the

Yeah, yo MC

Show these what the dress code is

Verse Two: MC

Raiders and Kings gear
Only wear black and I don't how to act
no more... so come and take a and
Mess around with the Charles Manson
Body in the freezer
I'm not Jeffrey Dahmer but I'll ya momma
So up the do'
To the Slaughtahouse, so I can a little mo'

Yeahhh,
Yeah!
This is MC
And the Ign-ant MC
And this is real over here, motherfucker, real real
is the brand new LP, it's called _Brains on the Sidewalk_
on the sidewalk!
And all we do now
Is murder murder, kill kill kill

B: Paula Perry, Masta Ase

One two, one two
This is Paula Perry and a brand new year
for the weak-ass, wack-ass
No-skills, negative,
MC's to get down
They're Slaughta'd!
[Lord Digga] Death to the wack MC's --> 4X
(Welcome to the Slaughtahouse!)
Too many suckas, too many records gettin played
Too much money made, it's time for the wack to get slayed
these suckas to war Ase, take em to war!

It's the (ass niguh), it's the jeep (ass niguh)
Whatcha know about the (ass niguh)
It's the jeep (ass niguh), the jeep (ass niguh)
Here we go, with the (ass niguh) (Welcome to the Slaughtahouse!)
Never hear me "I could kill a man!!"
making records but I'm still a fan
I'll take you down, I break crown
I you frown, I wake the town
Tick, check it out tock I rock your whole
Got the funk in stock
With the boom, bashin, bass is smashin
and crashin bedroom walls, and monster mashin
Dashin, man the kick, that be flying
Kids don't be trying, trick cause I'm scien-
-tifical, ninety-nine wanna kill
to sound ill, you couldn't find their brains with a
it...
*sound of a
[What a funny house!]
(Welcome to the Slaughtahouse!)

Welcome to my Slaughtahouse, it's a playpen
Welcome to my Slaughtahouse, no escapin
This is the place where skills
are sharp axes, and suckas get the chills
is the cash, like the rash you'll be itchin
for the green and, everybody's talking like they're and
crazy, oh baby, ready, for this yo
me, a poster, holdin, a pistol
I can be the (man)
I can be the (man)
Cause they see me with the gun in my
I, am not, down the standard
The man did, not do, what other man did
Candid, just like the man Funts
And nothing worse than, a rapper when he fronts
So throw your up in the air
If you really care
about the next life, you get the chair
In the
[The price a rapper pay]

Whassup kid you hear that new album _Brains on the
Yeah FAT right?
I like that part
MURDER MURDER MURDER, and KILL KILL
that's what it's all about
Yeah I'm gonna be like that when I grow up
You think I

Digga]
This is a brand new year for motherfucker's to start burstin
Ase, Incorporated
Ase, Digga, Shiloh, Eyceurok, the Brooklynites
And the Builder
your back black man
Your enemy's in the mirror
Long is the road to from self-destruction
The Slaughtahouse, death
to the *faggot-ass* average wack MC's
And death of the original man, turned man