Slaughterhouse - Goodbye

[Verse 1: Joe Budden]

I remember it like it just happened

I could've sworn it was a dream

But in reality it hit me like a nightmare

Or at least that's how it seemed

I just got a grip on our relationship

We was ironing things out, started picking up steam

And when we didn't need it is when it all got heated

And we both said some things that we probably didn't mean

Then God intervened, guess more was at stake

Thought we left nothing over, He put more on the plate

She came home from the doctor with news I've been wanting

Says family was incoming, she's pregnant, twins coming

But that's gotta be a lie

She sighed, couldn't stop the tears coming from her eyes

That birth control she on, for them it's suicide

As long as it's still inside, two of them wouldn't survive

Hard turn from memorable to cynical

Picturing clothes for what would've been identical

Similar outfits, similar names

My deceased kids' ultrasound in a frame

So I'm deprived of my chance to be a better dad

Staring at my twins that I never had

I shed a tear, looking up in the sky

Even though y'all just got here, goodbye

[Hook]

Goodbye, goodbye, so long, farewell

But it's not the end of the chapter

Goodbye, goodbye, so long, farewell

I'll see you again in the afterlife

[Verse 2: Crooked I]

My biological sperm donor, didn't wanna be a daddy

So he hopped in his Caddy and turned corners on us

Turned on us out the clear blue

His last memory of his son is seeing me through his rearview

I still love him yo, but I love his brother more

My uncle showed me love no one could know

Young and poor with a tougher road

To suffer hunger was nothing but Unc' would hold

Us down, help moms lift the motherload

I got grown and

I used to wonder what it would be like to speak to pops as a grown man

He provided that feeling, told me to take my career into my own hands

He was there when I had no fans

My cellphone rings, and after I answer

A voice says "Your uncle's been diagnosed with cancer"

Worst news in my life

Him and chemo going 12 rounds with a disease and they both losing the fight

I'm rushing up to Cedars-Sinai

Praying for a miracle, I don't wanna see my idol die

Before he did, the look in his eyes

Said "Even though you just got here, goodbye"

[Hook]

[Bridge]

I'll see you again in the afterlife

Someday in heaven we will reunite

The flesh disappears but the soul survives

Till next time, my friend, farewell, goodbye

[Verse 3: Joell Ortiz]

I walked in your daughter's house, knowing that you gone

But still looking out the corner of my eye, hoping you on the couch

That call felt like I was beef that had got shot up

Ironic, I was on tour with Tech N9ne and Slaughterhouse

D tried to talk to me, Crystal rubbed my back, as they was pouring out

I caught the next thing soaring out

Now I'm in the air, in the midwest somewhere

They said turbulence was severe, I don't know what they talking bout

I ain't feel a bump, body numb, mind drifting

I'm sniffling, asthma acting up, I'm whistling

I'm wishing my mother's face looked so much different

I'm kissing my son, my aunt pacing in the kitchen

My vision blurry, still I saw your face clear

What a loss, this time I did more than waste beer

Michelle's strong, she held on, we got all the way there

Then we walked in, she fell on the floor, this ain't fair

You was the voice when I considered them thoughts that ain't clear

Hey granny, I was fifth row at the Grammy's

An award they ain't hand me, but I sat behind Will

And right in front of Wayne, and got seen by the family

I miss the early morning convos, believe me

Regis on the TV, and the best baked ziti

But you had an all white affair, grandpa's all fly

Even though you been got there, goodbye

[Hook]

Slaughterhouse - Throw It Away

[Intro]

We're about to set it off right now

[Interlude 1]

You know I ain't Bill Gates, honey

But I'mma act like I ain't never had money

[Hook]

And throw it away

And throw it away

And throw it away

And throw it away

You see me throw it away

And throw it away

I like to throw it away

Let's throw it away

Let 'em know

[Interlude 2]

You know I ain't Jay-Z, honey

But I'mma act like I ain't never had money

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]

Live from the area, area, wasted

Try us we'll bury ya, bury ya, wasted

Standing on couches, everybody know me

Rock star, only thing that's left to do is O.D

Realest nigga out here, out here

In the club doing what got my name out here, out here

You can call it tipping, you can call it tricking

You can call it dissing, Got if your ballin

Putting single one's up and go

Throw them bitches on queue like

Throw them in the sky when you hear us go

Uh let it fly, go, UH

You only live one time, one time

Your favorite rapper up in here with one time one time

You know what?

[Interlude 2]

[Hook]

And throw it away

And throw it away

And throw it away

I like to throw it away

And throw it away

You see me throw it away

Racks stacked up, get it up and throw it away

[Interlude 1]

[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]

Back on my money got wings on it, fat

Booties got my ding-a-ling on it, clap

Clap, clap, make that butt applaud

You got all that back, what you frontin' for?

Bitches, bitches, this is y'alls song

I got riches itching sitting in y'all thong

We're the business, this is Slaughterhouse baby

This is what it's all about, crazy, money

Blowing in the breeze like

Like a picture pose, I got cheese like

Come, come, get this money from me, I don't want it, honey

I don't make it rain; I make it snow, bunny

Climb the pole to the top of that bitch

I ain't got it like that, but I got it like, this

[Interlude 1]

[Hook]

And throw it away

And throw it away

And throw it away

And throw it away

You see me throw it away

And throw it away

I like to throw it away

Let's throw it away

Let 'em know

[Interlude 2]

[Verse 3: Crooked I]

Yeah, bitch, damn right, I'm piping a lesbian stripper

In a Dodge Sprinter; Dick Van Dyke

Whores gonna love it when I go Warren Buffett

Throwing euros on the floor balling on a foreign budget

Slaughter's in the house, look at the clique, that clique

Deeper than the breathes of a fat chick, fat chick

Party in VIP with the Earth's realest

On blue boys and 'shrooms, now the club is Smurf Village

Throwing money in the air like

I'm yelling I'm falsetto like

I know you killers hold the metal tight

Who give a fuck? We all ghetto, right?

I had a lap dance, moment of clarity

This a tax write-off, this is my favorite charity

[Interlude 1]

[Hook]

And throw it away

And throw it away

And throw it away

And throw it away

You see me throw it away

And throw it away

I like to throw it away

Let's throw it away

Let 'em know

[Interlude 2]

[Verse 4: Joe Budden]

Tell her she could crash here, hit and run, hit and run

Hop off that pole, get on a different one, different one

I told her do that thing I like and she ain't do it

That was my bad, thinking that she ain't stupid

Cute face with a pretty butt, pretty butt

Shake got a nigga saying giddy-up, giddy-up

Throwing Diddy bucks, put it down, that's a pick me up

Money too long for me to try to titty fuck

Car murder like

Even got the valet workers like

You scratch that, and it's one thing

Cause I fuck around and you gonna hear the guns sing

Red bottoms hopping out the coupe

We got it tied up, even when we got it out of the loop

I tell 'em

[Interlude 1]

[Hook]

And throw it away

And throw it away

And throw it away

I like to throw it away

And throw it away

You see me throw it away

Racks stacked up, get it up and throw it away

Eminem Feat. Slaughterhouse & Yelawolf - 2.0 Boys

Oh

Told you

(Royce da 5'9')

Ryan’s a homicidal misfit

I write the solution to biophysics

On the side of a cliff in some hieroglyphics

This my admission to having violent psychotic

Quick devour polish it, politics

By the way I’m higher than the Eiffel Tower tip

I like writin’, but I will stick this pencil in your ass before I bite your shit

Pause, inhalin’ hella kush

Us and Yelawolf like a heavy foot gas pedal push

Felons, crooks, goin’ door-to-door like we sellin’ books

Dolly Parton style, melons mushed

Now my bitch a dancer, I’m ’bout as sick as cancer

If you could swallow my style, you’d prob’ly rip your pants off

If you could bottle my style and sell it to somebody

It prob’ly’ll smell like cologne made out of bits of panther

They call me Anchorman, I hold down the ship

Leave you niggas floatin’ in water, then go and drown a fish

Fuck, I’m fuckin’ heinous, I make you fuckin’ famous

Them lead showers is comin’, fuck is you sayin’?

(Eminem)

Fuck, it’s fuckin’ rainin’! Shit, there’s lightning!

Bitch, it’s thunderin’, ’cause I’m hustlin’ up a storm if you wonderin’

Shit (Shit), you couldn’t muster up enough thought

To take a dump during a brain fart, jump if you want

Urine in your face, all you had to do was say

That you wish you would’ve just stayed pissed off in the first place

We came to monopolize the game, Illuminati is here

Yeah, human oddities, at odds with us, your squad’s gotta be

‘Cause we started out cold in a snowball, we froze

Soon as we rolled up on these hoes, all’s we know

Is y’all lowered like bar like limbo, you know who you are

So quit fuckin’ the dog ‘fore we start callin’ you bizarre

Shit, screw the pooch? Y’all done raped a pit bull

Fell in love with the shih-tzu, this missile’s directed directly at you

And this for these hoes who don’t know me from a can of paint

You must be huffin’, fuck a ballsack, if the taints cain’t

Take you on a date, you mistake me for a gentleman

You 2000 and late, man, and Will I ain’t, I’m the bad guy

Type of guy that’ll drag five girls up on stage

Pour ice in their pants, and the first one who pees gets a black eye

(Eminem)

Must be outta your mind, you think you fuckin’ with us

Suck on these nuts, bitch, hang it up, this game is over

(Joell Ortiz)

Puffin’ loosies, watchin’ I Love Lucy with Gary Busey

(Crazy!) How the fuck could you son me? (I’m Shady!)

Will there ever come a day when they could slay me?

I don’t know, fifth month, black and yellow insect, maybe

‘Til then I kill the bad man tryna slay me

Everything you kick weak, your spit kung fugazi (Hi-ya!)

All my homeboys, 2.0 Boys

Nickle, I just picked up a Phantom, look how it rolls, Royce!

Even if I wanted to quit, I ain’t got no choice

Verses keep comin’, I should invoice my own voice

You should see the kind of asses that my pole hoist

Hoes be like diamonds in your chain, man, so moist

Bang bang, bang bang, House Gang, chainsaw

Here to kill you pussies, don’t ask what we came for

I write ’til my right arm veins sore

Forearm feel like Thor’s arm in a gang war

You hear that (YAOWA), you know who finna file out

Definitively finish you, my fist stick out that eyeball

Piranha mentality wit’ a Jaws bite all night

Comin’ up, never saw light, but never lost sight

(Joe Budden)

Jets and movers, cesspoolers, meth abusers

You step to us, text Rugers to respect the shooters

My men think in sync, roll with the best crew

Move to the beat of the same drum without Lex Luger

Welcome to Nayhood, big in the ‘jects, G

Cheated death multiple times without riggin’ the deck

So I’m well-prepped if you just want war

There’ll be blood everywhere, you be layin’ on the Louboutin floor

It’s raw, you keepin’ actin’ like you don’t know Mouse, nigga

And you gon’ need the best doctors, House, nigga

Guard your jewels and avoid large tools

‘Cause after I spill you at the light, you be in a car pool

Keep your distance from idiots, ’cause the truth told

They food for thought’s rotten, they gems are fool’s gold

Need results from my actions, mistakes I’ll exonerate

I’m Martin King starin’ at a picture of Obama’s face

Talkin’ funds, niggas ain’t never seen stock

I don’t need the key to the game, I pick a mean lock

Must be outta your mind, you think you fuckin’ with us

Suck on these nuts, bitch, hang it up, this game is over

(Crooked I)

Takeoff

You invited inside of the mind of a psychotic rhymer

I’m kind of a (Dahmer!), I’m grindin’ up rappers

I’m linin’ up jackers, I’m climbin’ up ladders

I buy enough clappers to retire you factors, fire at drama

You liars and actors, I’m the genuine article

But read me wrong, get my gun and split you to particles

(The gold hand) Tell me when and I’m there

Not only heir to the throne, but my chair is suspended in air

Stay fly like a limited fare

You got us pegged wrong, my circle don’t fit in with squares

I smell shit and piss, know where it’s comin’ from

You stepped on number two just to be number one

Now I’ma step on you, bring it to yo’ yard

Bogart for arts, we go hard

You frauds just blow hard like broads, I coast guard the west

I’m Mozart, I compose dark shit with no heart

(Yelawolf)

I got no Jim Beam in the liver

Gettin’ head like clean clippers, wit’ haters on my dick like a jeans zipper

When I throw up 16s like I drink liqour

You think you seen sick? Well, bitch, you ain’t seen sicker

Then I’ll crack, and then I’ll hop around in a hospital gown

Poppin’ the trunk, my pumper stay cockin’ the round

I shit logs and I piss river brown

‘Cause I drink creek water and spit the river Nile

And that’s as close as I get to a pyramid

Shit, they think I’m Illuminati, so fuckin’ ignorant

Sick with a grin, here with this pen, so innocent

But when you win, they say you a sin, but in the end

They jump on the bandwagon and dance to the band playin’

Skinny-ass pants saggin’, it’s only yourself you playin’

Call me a clown, but you love where the clown’s hangin’

And the freakshow’s at the county carnival, then you payin’

Bitch, I’m on a trapeze with no legs in the dark

Yellin’ “Go Shady!” Drivin’ slower than an old lady

In an old ’89, no piece if you pay me

Gimme peace sign on my grill, no Mercedes

I’m gettin’ paid for these shows that I throw lately

Same shows a year ago woulda broken most of you crazies

They call me crazy ’cause I made it

Bitch, you crazy ’cause you quit, look at my clique lately

You ain’t fuckin’ wit’ Budden, you ain’t got no choice with Royce

You don’t wanna see the Crooked I, well, listen to Ortiz voice

That dirt road hit the 8 Mile, the Point-Oh Boys

And if Marshall want me to clap, then, homie, I deploy

Game over

(Eminem)

(Yo, I don’t think they heard you, tell ‘em again)

Game over