Luyện nghe bài hát Slaughtahouse *

* This has two parts:
A. "The cutting edge of hardcore the most innovative stuff
for 1993" -- parody following the "Classroom" skit
B. Paula introduces the _real_ 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! off our last platinum LP
LP
_Shit's Real Killin' Dead_
em dead
And this is how we gonna shit for the nine-tray

One: MC Negro

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

Yeah, yo MC

Show these niggaz what the dress is

Verse Two: MC

Strictly and Kings gear
Only wear and I don't know how to act
no more... so and take a chance and
around with the black 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!
is MC Negro
And this the MC
And this shit is real over here, motherfucker, real
This is the brand new LP, called _Brains on the Sidewalk_
on the sidewalk!
And all we do now
Is murder murder murder, kill kill

B: Paula Perry, Masta Ase

One two, one two
This is Paula Perry and a brand new year
Time for the weak-ass,
No-skills, negative,
MC's to get down
gettin Slaughta'd!
[Lord Digga] Death to the wack MC's --> 4X
(Welcome to the Slaughtahouse!)
Too many suckas, too many wack gettin played
Too much bein 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)
know about the jeep (ass niguh)
It's the jeep (ass niguh), it's the (ass niguh)
we go, with the jeep (ass niguh) (Welcome to the Slaughtahouse!)
Never me talking "I could kill a man!!"
Started making records but I'm a fan
I'll you down, I break your crown
I you frown, I wake the town
Tick, check it out tock I your whole block
Got the funk dialect in
With the boom, bashin, bass drum is
and your bedroom walls, and monster mashin
Dashin, man with the kick, that be
don't be trying, this trick cause I'm scien-
-tifical, ninety-nine wanna kill
to sound ill, you couldn't find their with a drill
it...
*sound of a
[What a funny house!]
(Welcome to the Slaughtahouse!)

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

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

[Lord
This is a brand new year for motherfucker's heads to burstin
Ase, Incorporated
Ase, Digga, Shiloh, Eyceurok, the Brooklynites
And the Floor
Watch back black man
biggest enemy's in the mirror
Long is the road to freedom self-destruction
The Slaughtahouse, breeds
Death to the *faggot-ass* wack MC's
And death of the original man, killer man