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  • Autor: Bad Meets Evil
  • Rok powstania: 2011
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  • Albumy, na których znalazł się utwór: Hell: The Sequel
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Bad Meets Evil
Loud Noises - tekst piosenki

[Intro: Brick Tamland]
LOUD NOISES!!!!

[Verse 1: Eminem]
Life handed me lemons, I jumped back in the the public eye
And squirted lemon juice in it, by now you just wish I’d fuckin’ die
But I electrify, get electrocuted executed by
the execution of my flow too quick for the human eye to detect zoomin’ by
Choom chigga choom choom choom choom waa guess who what’s happenin’ guys?
They told me to shit I fell off that pot hoped right back up on that crapper and I
Said fuck "it" with a capital I, look whose back to antag-g-onize
You don’t like it you can eat shit fuck off, little faggot and die
You’re right back like a magnet on my dick grabbin’ at my, shit better get to the back of the line
If you wanna get your shot at me what kinda crap is that? Battle, what kind of rapper would I
be? ’fore I let another rapper think he’s hot, I’ll bury my face in a stinky twat and go ah ladle lah laddie la ladle lah
Girl my head space is limited ain’t even room in the back of my mind
So I ain’t even thinking about you, I don’t got time I done told you a thousand times
So how could I find the time to put an alkaline
battery in Royce's back and at the same time put juice in mine? God damn it Slaughterhouse is signed!

[Voice: Crooked I]
SLAUGHTERHOUSE!

[Verse 2: Crooked I]
I’m a menace, villain my pen is sick and spillin’ my lyrics killin’
Then I let you witness shit when it hit the ceiling
A niggas willin’ to give the listeners the sickest feelin’, like mixin’ some Benadryl and penicillin then I’m fillin’
a the clip with a written, can you picture my pistol drillin’
A million women and children when I’m illin’ but it isn’t real it’s
a rap on the real it’s a wrap, how could you possibly stop the apocalypse
When I’m atomic bombin’ the populous
Shock the metropolis hostile as a kid poppin’ his glock at his
moms and his pops then he hops in his drop with his iPod rockin’ his
slaughterish documentation of lyrics I write with confidence
Write like a columnist slash novelist
I’m in this game to demolish it, establish my dominance
Over prominent rappers you poppin’ shit to ya opposite
I can spit ominous so spit politics
Now I’m Haile Selassie, Gandhi and Pac of this hip hop genre bitch!

[Voice]

[Verse 3: Royce]
Lyrically I’m a cocaine Altoid
Ability so brain it’s a no brain bow, boy
Physically I’m literally a Cocaine Cowboy, wait, wait
Did I just go almost four bars without talking about my big dick?
The other day me and your thick bitch had a great day and we ate cake
And then and walked and then she tried to jack me off
But she lost cuz she couldn’t handle my Shake Weight
I swear, the irony of Ryan is I am bi-polar while I’m rhymin’ standing beside a big ole, big ole white bear
Neither one of us fight fair
You are literally lookin’ at Woody and Wesley in a movie where the white boy ain’t got to jump no where, cuz I’m here
Nigga I’m on fire
Yeah, and I am every bitches dream one two, I’m comin for you, I’m a big ole, big ole nightmare
Nigga dis the slaughter step it up
I’ll pretty much slap yo ass and tell you to shut the fuck up
After that I’ll slap yo ass again and tell you to shut the fuck up shuttin’ up
And that’s how you body a fuckin beat, goodbye

[Voice]

[Verse 4: Joell Ortiz]
I should be the one that go slow
Nah, get a stop watch clock my flow hit the button on top and watch your jaw drop oh, oh
da-da oh, yaowa
When I drop I go outer space
Black out like Darth Vader’s face, placed in a molten shower say
something and get done proper, mama poppa pourin’ out vodka
Mama Mia, Em pass me the scissors there’s visitors in the Slaughterhouse casa
Better jet boy go home, better jet boy G4 chrome
better Jet boy Mark Sanchez, Santonio Holmes I’m not yo any old homeboy just
Sittin’ in the lab pickin’ up a pad I be spittin’ bad, I’ma get you mad wit this gift I have
little cucks, sufferin’ sickatash when the trigger blast I’ma put your break on your fitted hat
R-r-r tat where da liquor at? Sip a yac bad bitch and a vicious track
I relididax, slide pro-tools to both, so smooth I coast, to the West like where Crooked I livin’ at?
New York, here’s a piggy back ride to mother land, hold on brother man
On the other hand, get down I’m gutter fam, gun butt you with the Eagle handle Cunningham
I don’t wanna talk I just wanna beef, I don’t wanna piece
I want it all baby boy I don’t wanna eat I want to feast
Stuff my cheeks with rough beats and shit you done, weak, I’m the one, capisce?

[Verse 5: Joe Budden]
Insane what they call us, how you married to the game butchu probably shouldn’t of came to the alter?
Every bar like propane for the sawed-off you shoulda hang and they’ll fault ya’
Eminem Mr. Porter, slaughter my sentiments eminent torture, all of ya
feminine marauders, they’re swimmin’ that water men will assault ya, tommys and bats to resemble Lasorda
Kidnap your trembling daughter, at least a quarter of my I’ma menacing supporters
It’s gotta aura more like Sodom and Gomorrah
Normally something’s wrong wit’ me, blame it on the quantity of the I see the pawns to me
When I fix the game y’all think shits came with a warranty
How the fuck are they gonna stop what I was born to be? Corner me shit belong to me
Two choices you can get along with me, or sit your faggot ass right there in dormancy
Wait, all he missin’ is heels to be RuPaul
Ain’t nobody that’s real every knew y’all
And I’m second to none and I’m dealin’ with bums whose time never comes, now deal with the blue balls
You ain’t gotta fear me but you respect me niggas who never met me
Threaten me wanna Gillete me, comin’ to sword fight against a machete swingin’ spaghetti like it’s heavy
Some said deserve an ESPY in a Chevy like Andrettu
Put the desi where his chest be

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2011-07-27 09:26 Wideo powiększ
2011-07-27 09:26 Wideo powiększ
2011-07-27 09:17 Rok powstania 2011
2011-07-27 09:17 Albumy Hell: The Sequel
2011-07-27 09:17 Autor tekstu Bad Meets Evil
2011-07-27 09:10 Treść piosenki