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motown rage - welcome to the slaughterhouse كلمات الأغنية

[intro: s_d_stic]
it’s motown rage
doe dubbla, awesome dre
doin’ this right here for the hatchet
k!llin’ all you weak_ass f_ggots

[verse 1: s_d_stic]
[?] the backstreets, creep through alleys
like a devil’s reject of one of the manson family
massacre without reason, leaving trails of bodies
[?] can be described with one word, ungodly
might bust the shotty, like to slit some necks
don’t you know the sight of blood, it makes my d_ck erect
you better hit the deck, if you see me [?]
’cause you know i bring more pyro than the fourth of july
[?] in the sky, in fact, they floatin’ at ya
different sounds, bunch of colors like a roman candle
way too much to handle [?]
f_ck with me, i’ll do you like a forty [twisted?] cap
it’s fact, i’m batsh_t crazy, not an actor
sick enough to l!ck the f_cking p_ssy of a crack wh0re
laugh now, you better call the feds
and tell ’em bring a straitjacket ’cause i’m off my meds
[chorus: s_d_stic and razor ray]
welcome to the slaughterhouse
k!lling it without a doubt
running sh_t with no exception
this right here is one eight seven
welcome to the slaughterhouse
k!lling it without a doubt
running sh_t with no exception
this right here is one eight seven

[verse 2: s_d_stic]
s_d_stic, b_tch, and i’m known to rip it
you can call me horrorcore because i flip it wicked
wig splittin’ is my motherf_ckin’ claim to fame
people gunnin’ for me, you would think my name’s hussein
but not me, i ain’t hiding in a hole in the ground
and in a blaze of f_cking glory only way i’m going down
i doubt that you ever met someone quite like me
long hair, light skin, look like the son of ice_t
with a twisted psyche, straight mind of a lunatic
you can check my records if you needin’ any proof of it
i thought i told you man, i’m scandalous
i like to jack off at the murder scenes of slasher fl!cks
that’s the half of it, other’s pain is my pleasure
the evil that’s between my ears, you can’t measure
bet you can’t stop me, don’t even bother
unless you burned me at the stake or soaked me in holy water
[chorus: s_d_stic and razor ray]
welcome to the slaughterhouse
k!lling it without a doubt
running sh_t with no exception
this right here is one eight seven
welcome to the slaughterhouse
k!lling it without a doubt
running sh_t with no exception
this right here is one eight seven

[verse 3: awesome dre]
i’m hardcore, straight through the door, get what you came for
plus more, f_ck your mind up, i’ll leave your brain sore
got more pain in store than when the rain pour
try to play dre like a wh0re, get your frame tore
right off the rip, why would you trip
b_tch, when i’m fighting, i’m mike tyson, i might bite off your lip
i’m fighting dirty to the death ’til there’s no breath left
i told those stupid motherf_ckers they should watch they self
watch they step, b_tch, keep quiet [is kept?]
[or you’re fine with a pump for the rioters kept?]
you don’t wanna see me go off in a motown rage
i get live like i dived off the front of a stage
i leave your skull caved in like from that of [?]
stone k!ll like a gorilla that’s been left in a cage
what the f_ck you talkin’ ’bout? [lean, snap?], walk it out
we ain’t ’bout to go that route, welcome to the slaughterhouse
[chorus: s_d_stic and razor ray]
welcome to the slaughterhouse
k!lling it without a doubt
running sh_t with no exception
this right here is one eight seven
welcome to the slaughterhouse
k!lling it without a doubt
running sh_t with no exception
this right here is one eight seven

[verse 4: doe dubbla]
i’m doe dubble, and i get high off of k!llin’
got bodies in my house stacked up to the ceilin’
stay drunk, so i don’t give a f_ck how you feelin’
grab a gun out the trunk, come and ride with a villain
i’m illin’ like run, i’m a dmc
go insane when i’m clownin’ like icp
only true juggalos get to roll with me
kickin’ tales from the hood like crazy k
rockin’ out with my c_ck out like razor ray
we k!llin’ motherf_ckers, don’t get it twisted
think i’m psychopathic? just ask s_d_stic
mag to your head ’til your cranium broke
even sh_ggs had to say, “d_mn, that’s too dope”
we punkin’ motherf_ckers like ashton kutcher
[pull this drama to?] your head like sam the butcher
f_ck what you talkin’ ’bout, welcome to the slaughterhouse

[chorus: s_d_stic and razor ray]
welcome to the slaughterhouse
k!lling it without a doubt
running sh_t with no exception
this right here is one eight seven
welcome to the slaughterhouse
k!lling it without a doubt
running sh_t with no exception
this right here is one eight seven

[outro: s_d_stic and razor ray]
welcome to the slaughterhouse
k!lling it without a doubt
running sh_t with no exception
this right here is one eight seven
welcome to the slaughterhouse
k!lling it without a doubt
running sh_t with no exception
this right here is one eight seven
welcome to the slaughterhouse
k!lling it without a doubt
running sh_t with no exception
this right here is one eight seven
welcome to the slaughterhouse
k!lling it without a doubt
running sh_t with no exception
this right here is one eight seven

- motown rage

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