Season One

Session One

[Eminem]
Ladies and gentlemen make some noise
aww shit
yeah
y’all ready to get this shit started or what
well I brought some friends with me too
Now I ain’t back just for the sake of just saying I’m back
I could relax but I’d rather stack ammo on tracks
couple Xanax light a couple wax candles then black out
and relapse til I yack Jack Daniels and yap, burp bubbles
attitudes immaturing, double shot of bacardi party
vision is blurring, waa hooo I can’t see shit
my words get to slurring
uh oh, you can call me R Kelly now or your in trouble
whats incurring before after enduring the show
has no baring on the bad news I’m baring
whoa what is it word play
no I’m pushing you out the dumps
so suck my dick on the couch if you wanna cushion the blow
then stomp your fucking feet till you get to squishing a hoe
its panda-monium (?) when you see him, damn
baby you look good you’re giving me wood
you should pull over like a sweat shirt with a hood
(?) you and me both
break bread while I’m copping over this game
now pinch a loaf now homie who’s your favourite pain in the ass
who claims to be spitting the same flames as me
I’m Kanye when he crashed
in otherwords I got the hood on smash
like I stepped on the gas destroyed the front end
deployed the damn airbags from the dash
went through ‘em and laughed
came back an hour after the accident and bit
a god-damn jaw-breaker in half
so stop (?) the funk and start shaking ya ass
slaughterhouse in the house with the caucasion rapping
Just Blaze on the track
what the fuck is more amazing than that slut
answer me that, Royce where you at?
[ROYCE]
I’m right here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers
are prying you apart(?), lump on your head designed by a bar-stool
Designed by a cartoon, before I need to be hired
Jimmy ‘Io fire Marshall
The 9 tucked against the lining
I pull it out and flip your partner upside-down like ya’ll are a couple 69ing
It’s like Rick James is shooting up your house, nigga….fuck your couch nigga!
You screaming ‘fuck the world’ with your middle finger up
While I’m over here shoving my dick in a hole in the mud
My bitch, know I’m perfectly fit for murder
Because I murdered her, so you can call me Nickel the OJ the Glove
I got a Posse of Insane Clowns; blow your brains on your opposite ear
Then ask you how your brain sounds
Bad, evil, weirdo, Alfred (?), mad cerebral, you on your last burrito!
(What that mean Nickel?)
It’s a rap if you eating, get a beat then terrorize that bitch like I’m Middle Eastern
Slaughterhouse on fire, nobody touching that
Good day and good night, Ortiz where the fuck you at?
[JOEL ORTIZ]
I’m right here; my Nike Airs buzz light-years ahead of my mic peers
Quite scary to look at, a nightmare, where my book at I’ll write fear-
In the heart of you tight squares, I harbour the art of you nice ________
It’s ______________ cuz that made me hotter than my dear
Uncle Al’s breath after polishing off his 9th beer
Homie chill listen, I swear, I’m God; I give tracks a holy feel (Holyfield)
And they bite ears
I’m right here, why wouldn’t I be, just waiting to be hooked to IV’s-
__________ brown when you look at my pee
And this joint, no exception, so just point a direction, and record the pig’s oink-
When I rip his intestines
This isn’t just an infection; this won’t go away with penicillin injections-
Millions of questions arose after they did an inspection
What I exhibit, seems to be non-contagious yet anybody can get it
aww shit I did it again, when I lit with this pen, I admitted this phlegm-
This time along side Em and the Em
So tell a friend to tell a friend, write a disgusting hook
Jump in shark water and swim, yo where the fuck is Crook?
[CROOKED I]
I’m right here letting the shotty pop
Quick as a karate chop, get your body shot, get your top chopped like a lollipop
Come with Maserati drop, in the body shot
Get your mommy knocked, and your Uncle Tommy molli-wopped
I take your life to the 9th inning
A knife in a gunfight I love it me and my knife winning
I laugh when you fall the shit will be funny
I buy my bitch a new ass and watch her sit on my money
lyrics courtesy of killer hip hop dot com
Man all the bitches holla, they wanna drop my bridges than jaw my dick and swallow
Leave drawers in this Impala, I ball like Iguodala,
I bear more arms than 6 koalas; as soon as a I draw get sent to _________________
I kill with the tongue, I’m Atilla the Hun, I’m Genghis Khan, I’m a genius spawn
I pillage your village for fun, ____________________, a syllable gun
Real as they come, Long Beach _________!
Slaughterhouse equals swine flu, ___________________ try to do without trying