Luyện nghe bài hát Slaughtahouse *

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

A:

(Yeah... yeah... yeah...)
is MC Negro
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 Killin' Motherfuckers Dead_
Killin em
And this is how we gonna shit for the nine-tray

Verse MC Negro

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

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 black Manson
Body parts in the
I'm not Jeffrey Dahmer but slaughta ya momma
So up the do'
To the Slaughtahouse, so I can a little mo'

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

Part B: Paula Perry, Ase

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

It's the jeep (ass niguh), it's the (ass niguh)
Whatcha about the jeep (ass niguh)
It's the jeep (ass niguh), the jeep (ass niguh)
Here we go, the jeep (ass niguh) (Welcome to the Slaughtahouse!)
hear me talking "I could kill a man!!"
Started making records but I'm a fan
take you down, I break your crown
I make you frown, I wake the
Tick, it out tock I rock your whole block
Got the funk dialect in
With the boom, bashin, bass is smashin
and crashin your bedroom walls, and monster
Dashin, man with the kick, that be
Kids don't be trying, this trick cause I'm
-tifical, ninety-nine wanna kill
to sound ill, you find their brains with a drill
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 freestyling
are sharp like axes, and get the chills
Drum is the cash, the rash you'll be itchin
for the green and, talking like they're mean and
crazy, oh baby, ready, for this 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 the standard
The man did, not do, every other man did
Candid, just like the man Funts
And there's nothing worse than, a rapper when he
So your hands up in the air
If you really don't
about the next life, you get the chair
In the
price a rapper must pay]

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

Digga]
This is a brand new year for motherfucker's heads to start
Masta Ase,
Ase, Digga, Shiloh, Eyceurok, the Brooklynites
And the Floor
Watch your black man
biggest enemy's in the mirror
Long is the road to freedom self-destruction
The Slaughtahouse, death
Death to the average wack MC's
And of the original man, turned killer man