Luyện nghe bài hát Slaughtahouse *

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

A:

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

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

Verse One: MC

come the craziest niggaz on earth
Cutthroats, since birth
and guts are gonna spill
'cause it's murder murder murder, and kill kill
in my holster
Barb-wire rope, and I'll hang ya a poster
So I grab my axe you better drop
I'm "swing swing swing, and chop chop chop" in the Slaughtahouse

Yeah, yo MC

Show these niggaz what the code is

Verse Two: MC

Strictly Raiders and 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 in the freezer
I'm not Jeffrey Dahmer but I'll slaughta ya
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 called _Brains on the
on the sidewalk!
And all we do now
Is murder murder murder, kill kill

Part B: Paula Perry, 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 MC's --> repeat 4X
(Welcome to the Slaughtahouse!)
Too many suckas, too many wack gettin played
Too much money bein made, it's time for the to get slayed
these suckas to war Ase, take em to war!

It's the jeep (ass niguh), the jeep (ass niguh)
Whatcha know the jeep (ass niguh)
the jeep (ass niguh), it's the jeep (ass niguh)
Here we go, with the (ass niguh) (Welcome to the Slaughtahouse!)
hear me talking "I could kill a man!!"
Started records but I'm still a fan
I'll take you down, I break your
I you frown, I wake the town
Tick, check it out I rock your whole block
Got the funk dialect in
the boom, bashin, bass drum is smashin
and crashin your walls, and monster mashin
Dashin, man with the kick, be flying
Kids don't be trying, this trick I'm scien-
-tifical, rappers wanna kill
to ill, you couldn't 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, no escapin
This is the place where skills
are sharp like axes, and suckas get the
Drum is the cash, like the rash you'll be
for the green and, everybody's talking like 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 with the gun in my
I, am not, down with the
The man did, not do, what every man did
Candid, just like the man Allen
And there's worse than, a rapper when he fronts
So throw your up in the air
If you really care
the next man's life, you get the chair
In the
price a rapper must pay]

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

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