Luyện nghe bài hát Slaughtahouse *

* song has two parts:
A. "The cutting edge of rap; the most innovative stuff
for 1993" -- parody following the "Classroom" skit
B. Paula Perry introduces the _real_

A:

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

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

One: MC Negro

Here the craziest niggaz on earth
Cutthroats, since birth
Blood and are gonna spill
'cause murder murder murder, and kill 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 niggaz what the dress code is

Verse Two: MC

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

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

Part B: Perry, Masta Ase

One two, one two
is Paula Perry and it's a brand new year
Time for the weak-ass,
No-skills, negative,
MC's to get shut
They're Slaughta'd!
[Lord Digga] to the wack MC's --> repeat 4X
(Welcome to the Slaughtahouse!)
Too many suckas, too many wack gettin played
Too much money bein made, time for the wack to get slayed
Take these 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 (ass niguh), it's the jeep (ass niguh)
we go, with the jeep (ass niguh) (Welcome to the Slaughtahouse!)
Never hear me talking "I could a man!!"
Started records but I'm still a fan
I'll take you down, I your crown
I make you frown, I the town
Tick, check it out tock I rock your block
Got the funk in stock
With the boom, bashin, bass is smashin
and crashin your walls, and monster mashin
Dashin, man with the kick, that be
Kids don't be trying, trick cause I'm scien-
-tifical, ninety-nine rappers wanna
to sound ill, you find their brains 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 axes, and suckas get the chills
Drum is the cash, the rash you'll be itchin
for the and, everybody's 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 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 there's nothing worse than, a rapper he fronts
So throw hands up in the air
If you really care
about the next life, you get the chair
In the
price a rapper must pay]

Whassup kid you that new album _Brains on the Sidewalk_?
it's FAT right?
Yeah I like that
MURDER MURDER, and KILL KILL KILL
Yaknow that's what all about
Yeah I'm gonna be like that when I grow up
You I ain't?

[Lord
This is a new year for motherfucker's heads to start burstin
Ase, Incorporated
Ase, Lord Digga, Shiloh, Eyceurok, the
And the Builder
Watch your back man
Your biggest enemy's in the
is the road to freedom from self-destruction
The Slaughtahouse, death
Death to the *faggot-ass* wack MC's
And death of the man, turned killer man