yes lol, they are actually saying that.Originally Posted by SUNNY WINTERS
and at the same time making videos and songs like this.
I think Royce is level with Budden as the most pathetic figure in rap now. His lyrics are just abysmel. Embarassing doesnt describe.
Budden not only wants in on a musical level, but he also made a blog about how he wanted to "beat up INS" LOL!!
Im not sure whos more lost in life, Slaguhter house, or Sloughter house fans.
Its like a giant internet circle jerk.
wow, since when is slaughterhouse a bunch of jim jones wannabe faggots?
You clearly have no idea what you're talking about.
Only one of them "wants it with the Wu" and thats bitch ass Joe Budden.. no one else wants anything with the Wu, and they all avoid the subject, because they know if they mess with the Killa Beez, they're going to get the swarm.. haha no homo.
whats more funny
thogh
is that not ONE SINGLE GROUP MEMBER HAS COME OUT IN DEFENCE OF JOE BUDDENS!!
LOL!!! thats the most embarassing thing of the whole escapade. Exactly what MC's are you slaughtering?
Youve got 4 MC's who are supposedly all about "slaughtering", yet they act like pusseh in the winter time.
And the thing is it's obvious people only heard 1 maybe 2 songs from Slaughterhouse, obviously not enough to form an legit opinion of them.
Wu needs someone to come at them though
i'm trying to think of a crew who will give em comp though
it's beyond obvious you don't even listen to the group & haven't even heard that many of there few songs if any
yea we all like Wu but just because you like Wu doesn't mean you can't like another real dope & lyrical hip-hop group like Slaughterhouse to
dudes like you kill me that's like the same people who say Nas is wack or Jay is wack just because they had beef with each other when they both dope MC's in they own respect
ok, you want me to post more?
Heres the track "Slaughterhouse" that got this whole Slaughterhouse thing going - and guess what - ITS STILL FUCKING WACK!!!
as if anyone above the age of 13 thinks these cats are lyrical
Joell Ortiz:
I define gutter, everytime I rhyme I climb up another notch
Hip hop got my spine smothered
But I’ll be fine brother
My mind hovers above all you jive suckers
Listen, that’s word to my mother
You throw a shot at me
I’m throwing a shot back
Your’s is on a joint
Mine’s whistling by your top hat
Ya I’m cool but you violate and I’ll cock back
Open the mac’s mouth and black out like I do not rap
Im sick and tired of niggas lyin
They fifth is lyin in they second drawer
Next door to some bullshit they ironed
yall be makin up stories that them little kids be buyin
I do everything my Penn State like a Nittany lion
I ain’t gotta mention the streets on this song
To get in a nigga ass on these beats like a thong, pause
Veterans co-sign me, the up and coming scared
The pretty girls go “Papi here’s my underwear”
Never in a hundred years I thought I’d be a rapper
But in less than a hundred bars I knew I’d be a factor
I’m PS4 in HD and the screen is plasma
You’re Atari 2600 with a weak adapter
Between us the gap’s so crazy
I’m Gucci, Louis V, you’re Gap, Old Navy
I get coochie in the V, you attract no ladies
You’re suburb, I’m gutter where it make cat’s go crazy
Nino Bless:
Fuck a lecture, ain’t tryin to be Pun’s sucessor
That term’s done fucka, what up whatever
You bird’s is food
I’m about to pluck some feathers, I’m young and clever,
Plus, clutch under pressure, yup! who does this better?
Walk around with metal all on me like the front of Shredder
I lust for cheddar, you owe me
Leave holes in your vest that’ll open your chest like a sunken treasure
I’m somethin’ like a phenomenon
Droppin’ bombs for fun then dining in hell during Ramadan
Whatever I’m rhymin’ on, or whoever I tear em apart
Swear on my pops, no fear in my heart
Shit, been through it all
Done swam with the sharks, snapped fins with my jaws
I’m all that, and a bag of the baddest piff
Off a brick of hash mixed with acid hits
Like sick cracker shit
Get back dumb birds I ignore the hype
Click clack, Yung Berg if you flossin ice
Dog, cross me twice, can’t afford the price
It’ll cost you, I’ll off your life
You soft, I told you I’m raw white
When I’m on this mic, the mourn at Knight
Don’t wanna see mornin’ light
And I feel like I’m forced to fight
When the chips are down like Ponch fallin’ of his bike
Of course my metaphors are type awesome, right
I got em in awe, my aura’s Jordan like
What’s really poppin’, who’s diddy boppin’
You was a willy
Now you all Common and really conscious
I ain’t with that silly nonsense
I really pop shit
My gun stay cocked like Biggie’s optics
I stay evolvin, but grown bitter
On your grave they carvin “fucked with the wrong nigga”
Crooked I:
I don’t write I kill a pen leak his blood on the page
I breathe bars, like oxygen locked my lungs in a cage
Instrumentals get fucked on the stage, a pedophile
Unless i dig in the crates, and fuck with somethin my age
Forever vow to never smile when I’m at peace
Only when I’m eatin’ the deceased like kiesh
Only when my enemies eternal organs are a smorgasborg in the feast
The dahmer with melanin and let em in the belly of the beast
You’ll be missin’ till fisherman see your corpse
I’ll be in Michigan stickin’ a chickin
In my Michelin ready to pigeon pitch again
from Switzerland to New York
I was whippin’ Bently’s before them pictures up in the Source
I’m a gorilla behind these bars, on some zoo shit
Shoot you while you’re talkin, on some news camera crew shit
Sicker then flying in past tense, on some flu shit
Day old asshole flow, I drop new shit
Exclusive, you don’t want it in fact
I’ll have the doctors operating on the front of your back
Tryin to keep your stomach intact
The spiritual you, leavin your body he don’t wanna go back
That’s when the tunnel go black
I’ll send your soul to the atmosphere
Fuck outta here, and your ring tone rap career
It’s Crooked I, the face of east side Long Beach
Put your ear to the street, so you can hear my heartbeat
Royce Da 5′9:
I hope niggas know
I’ll show up to ya show
I’ll show up where you go
Show up to ya door
4’s will explode shells
For they hit the flo’
I know niggas know
I got an open window flow
I air shit out
In the D’ they used to call me Mayor Royce
Now they call me Clay Davis
Guess why?
Shiiiiiiiiiieeett
Cause when it come to them words
You know I wear shit out
I write rhymes like white lines
On the nose tray
Ice cold, Ice Cube flow like O’Shea
Riding shot gun with Chris Martin my DJ
Not the white boy, but I’m down for the Coldplay
Forever stay violent, better stay silent
Hammers stay hummin’
Like strummin’ the mandolin or violin
Speaking of, I done played into the violence
More then my nigga Charles Hamilton played Sonic
I wrap niggas up, clap niggas up, scrap niggas up
Either that or we gon’ slap niggas up
Dump dirt on you right before I go into my Maino mode
If I smell the scent of Yung Berg on ya
Till it ain’t no more, ain’t no dough
Get into his ass cause I ain’t opposed
I’m a living anal probe
I’m a lame-a-phobe
Matter fact my nigga Jumpoff can I keep goin?
(WHY THE FUCK NOT!!!)
When I was a teen, I used to pack a .380
Now I’m spittin’, sittin’ between Shady and Jay
I pull da jeans down on my bitch and then wave
Cause the pussy Max B wavy when she aint shave
I leave the booth smellin’ like somebody ain’t sprayed
I would talk about Kimbo but I ain’t crazy
I’m like Marty McFly
Goin back in time and dissin’ his momma nigga you can’t fade me
Joe Budden:
They say he a bastard for real
Then they see the ass on his girl
So they wonderin’, why he so mad at the world
I take it out on tracks, I R.I.P. it
So even to the producer it’s hard to I.D. it
Bars tremendous, it’s in your best interest
I insist your men just, do your best Bish’s rendish
Endless, move more then 2 inches
My blood’ll boil like I got a big skin cyst
So end this, or see me manana
Or see the speed of a llama
Underground prima donna
That ain’t hard to find popppin’ E in a Honda
With hands like E. Honda, he a monster
I love war it’s like my pet peeve kinda
But for us to even beef you should be honored
My dick gettin hard, I see vagina, PAUSE
Nah, rewind each line each time
Speak mind and meet 9, mano e mano
When it rains it pours grab a teflon poncho
You now fuckin’ with Mouse, the head honcho
Nigga I could fit your house in my condo
I walk around like ratchets been legalized
Just me and the desert eagle, and the eagle eye
Closed casket, now you having a box, wait
Zipper over your head, dude’s calling you crotch face
So ya’ll could bump swag like us
But the next time rap’s discussed
Add this as a plus
Don’t nobody hit the pad like us
And would get up in that ass
But the fags might bust
And since poppin’ tags is a must
I hit the bank and all I do is withdrawl
Chicks removing they drawls
Now your crew is in awe
How you ball?
Your jewels from a cubicle in the mall
You gon’ need another processor,
to process it, I’ll set it
I said it!!!
So keep running around hot headed
Till you get hot leaded
Till everything but your torso on you is prosthetic
Digest it, niggas is pie-thetic
Rap what you can’t afford, ya’ll must got credit
All you gotta know is Crooked I, Royce, Bless & Joell
With Joe spell, NO L!!!!!
GARBAGE!!!!!!
Like I said, these are the sort of rhymes you write when your a kid, for fun, to see if you can rap.
I dont rap, but i stopped writing these type of raps when i was about 14, and i realised i just sounded corny, and could never rap like the real MC's.
Ghostlaced, have you heard Lil Wayne's last big single?
I believe it's called ''Lollipop''. Great lyrics.
De mijne is 4x duurder!
for a song thats meant for commercial purposes..it kills any other radio friendly shit and is actually listenable and not bad..im a wu fan..but slaughterhouse are dope 2...
^your not as big a wu fan as you like to think you are, though.
Incorrect, it was A Milli and it contained moments of lyrical purity like
Tougher than Nigerian hair
My criteria compared to your career just isn't fair
I'm a veneareal disease, like a menstrual I bleed through the pencil and leak on the sheet of the tablet of my mind
And contained a flow that these slaugher house fags could only dream of
But this has nothing to do with Lil Wayne and its quite showing that you decided to bring him up.
i'm not gonna front i like slaughterhouse. Crooked I has been my fav rapper since he first signed with tha row back in 2001/2002. I just dont like Budden cause hes a loud mouth and also the worst member of the group. i'll cop the album for sure though. i just wish budden wasnt in the group.
They arent a real crew.
A real crew would stand by theyre members.
They are just a boy band.
Actually in an interview they did, they said they agreed with Joe Budden's comments about if there was some-sort of "rap-off" with him & meth, Joe Budden would win...Why do you feel like your Wu Tangs Knite in shiny armor? You just look lame with your outlandish views...If someone is a fan of the Wu & Slaughterhouse, what's the problem with that? Thet don't side with their favorite rappers like you little girls
Nah, SubConsciousThoughts is a Wu fan
The nigga above me, is not
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