Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas man fuck dat
Man put that shit out man
You ain't 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court
(Man fuck dat man they got my *****)
Man that shit ain't cool man
(Okay order in the court)

[Woman:] The people versus Bone Thugs N Harmony
Case number C601999
[Judge:] Will The defendant please stand,
Is there anything you wish to say on this matter
before sentencing Bizzy Bone?
[Bizzy:] No man
(You know the muthafucka did it)

[Judge:] Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair

[Some guy laughs]

[Verse 1: Bizzy Bone]

We had to get 'em up wid two thugs
Runnin' side by side wid number one
Murda mo drop my guage on 'em
When the po-po chase,
If they catch me barehanded I'm done
Rip's gripping the six shot pump, so spill it
Copper lettin' the lead off
Copper thought that he had me caught
Little Layzie blew his head off (AAwwwwwww)
Get him up, and get up,
The bullets they start to get lit up,
Number one best start duckin' wid ah gun already buckin'
Bust me lead on the double glock 'n
Where the fiends roll up for rocks 'n,
This perfect getaway,
From the pigs when I peel and I hit the fences,
Rippin' up the trench and,
I'm bailing while they trailing
Better in hell than in the cell
And it ain't no telling where the coppers be dwelling,
One had spotted me, pick up ah piece and shot a me
But I practice what I preach
And see that these slugs up in his body got him,
Run, wid smoke coming from the barrel ah me gun
Hit the bend, oh what the dum dum I got yum yummed on the dead end
They set in, then they lead in,
They wanting me off in the coffin
Cops from everywhere was yellin and wailin' I went unconcious,
From the stompin' taking ah loss, and waking up in the coffin,
And without no stallin'
Cell I was tossed in to be arreigned at dawning,
Looking in the eyes of a judge,
He knew right where to put that thug
Made to be so, wid no parole
In the hole but I won't budge
Sent me to deathrow,
Watchin' the time by fly past
But Rip'll be sittin' mindless never spineless, in silence
Hoping I die fast, but chill,
Never do, sleepa, gotta get put that on all me reefer
Somehow must beat ya, so peep out the creep or the reaper will meet ya

[Verse 2: Layzie Bone]

Bailin' on ah mission, flippin' the script
Betta check what the wind just blew in
Betta think again, it's a preacher wid ah grin
On ah mission for revenge, wid that Mack-10
Little ***** Rip, had to empty the clip
Gotta pump them slugs up in them cops
Steady made 'em drop glock went pop pop
Goin' out like a thug on the double glock,
Back from hell and ready to bail,
Time to hit they trail cause they wanted my ***** fried
Holdin' the Bible when I got a grenade I'ma go inside the squad,
Gettin' ready for the rumble
When I heard them mumbles, pullin' me guage in laughter
Keep buckin 'em faster all I was thinkin'
When I see them bustas scatter
Betta watch out for them buckshots
Cause them can't fade me guage,
Gotta bust them souls in the grave,
So I'm buckin' them straight to the pave, can't be saved,
I'm bucking, little Ripster reinforcements comin' in faster
Blast give my ***** double Zs the Mack-10
Lettin' the gun gun blaze on they ass,
Gotta rip in them chests through vests
Mack-10s, sawed off eruptions, got plenty ammunition
No missing listen destruction I'm bustin'
Cause I'm making that getaway, bound to getaway,
*****s got to escape and it's never to late
When you dash and tryna' break
***** just can't test the Bone fate
We steadily runnin' duckin'
Comin' up to the front door barri-caded,
And I pulled ah grenade, tossed to the door, let it explode
And we made it, creepin' in the courtyard
So Krayzie feelin' safety coming
Hittin' the fence and jump in it quick
From Krayzie's tech-9 bullets humming.

[Bridge: (Two guys talking)]

Well it seems as if them two boys Bizzy and Layzie
Done got theyselves into another jam
(Well I'd love to see them boys get theyself outta this one)

[Verse 3: Krayzie Bone]

Soon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog
And began wid a rage and the guage can't let go
They done labelled my ***** psychotic
Bitches is got him sittin' on deathrow,
Scoping out the tower peeping the scene
So when my *****s trail,
Screaming out one eighty seven and bail,
Gotta get my ***** Rip out that cell, it's all over now,
How my ***** number one disguised as the preacher,
Won't be pullin' ah Bible mission for survival ***** so I creep the
Tech millimetre, somebody done pull the alarm now it's on,
Slaughterin' Bone, sprayed off the tech
Gotta let 'em know which way was on,
We got gone but them police was pullin' up quick ***** what's up
Quick bust in first when he hit that fence *****s got cut the fuck up,
We steady bucking, steady duckin' buckin' while I was jumpin'
All we was thinking is don't get caught
***** like me get the gun running
Gunning fronting wid thugs gotta get to the smug
Turn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud,
And all across my face was the red that lay in blood,
Dodging the who, make the gun flip wid ah swoo,
Bailing back on wid my troops,
I'm runnin' wid 4 crazy *****s
That's down wid they *****s they ain't scared to shoot,
Now I'm rolling, no more than ah half ah mile we get stopped
Cops surround Bone, we load glocks
And squeeze say fuck all these road blocks
Busted ah U, then put that bitch in reverse
And I get the swish and I push the button
That boy came out the trunk and,
Put it in drive see that Souljah boy bucking,
Back in the other direction,
Po-po came quick then heat up,
*****s blast at each other,
Open up they doors and they get they feet up,
I jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood,
Cause I'm headin' straight for the woods
So the *****s they follow behind me
We getaway smooth, ah ***** made good
Came up quick to the hideout
Wait until midnight till we ride out,
Hit ah car so we can drive out,
While we waited we all got fried out, fool
If youse a thuggish ruggish thug ***** scream mo,
Took one ah my *****s off deathrow now we got one mo to go

(St.Claire, St.Claire)
(St.Claire, St.Claire)
(St.Claire, St.Claire)
(St.Claire, St.Claire)


bah...the lyrics kinda suck. but I still like the song.

 

before they did the sittin on chrome album which fucked up a few songs Masta Ace had "Slaughtahouse" which had some wicked shit on it. title track was always one of my favorites:


(Yeah... yeah... yeah...)
This is MC Negro
And this is this Ign-ant MC
And this is our new motherfucking single
OUR NEW SHIT
Slaughtahouse
This shit is called Slaughtahouse
Negro! Coming off our last platinum LP
Platinum LP
_Shit's Real Killin' Motherfuckers Dead_
Killin em dead
And this is how we gonna rock shit for the nine-tray

Verse One: MC Negro

Here come the craziest *****z on earth
Cutthroats, ever since birth
Blood and guts are gonna spill
Cuz it's murder murder murder, and kill kill kill
Chainsaw in my holster
Barb-wire rope, and I'll hang ya like a poster
So when I grab my axe you better drop
Cause I'm "swing swing swing, and chop chop chop" in the Slaughtahouse

Yeah, yo Ign-ant MC
Whassup?
Show these *****z what the dress code is
Aight

Verse Two: Ign-ant MC

Strictly Raiders and Kings gear
Only wear black and I don't know how to act
no more... so come and take a chance and
Mess around with the black Charles Manson
Body parts in the freezer
I'm not Jeffrey Dahmer but I'll slaughta ya momma
So open up the do'
To the Slaughtahouse, so I can kill a little mo'

Outro:

Yeahhh, motherfucker
Yeah!
This is MC Negro
And this the Ign-ant MC
And this shit is real over here, motherfucker, real real
This is the brand new LP, it's called _Brains on the Sidewalk_
Brains on the sidewalk!
And all we wanna do now
Is murder murder murder, kill kill kill

Part B: Paula Perry, Masta Ase

One two, one two
This is Paula Perry and it's a brand new year
Time for the weak-ass, wack-ass
No-skills, negative, anti-everything
MC's to get shut down
They're gettin Slaughta'd!
[Lord Digga] Death to the wack MC's --> repeat 4X
(Welcome to the Slaughtahouse!)
Too many suckas, too many wack records gettin played
Too much money bein made, it's time for the wack to get slayed
Take these suckas to war Ase, take em to war!

It's the jeep (ass niguh), it's the jeep (ass niguh)
Whatcha know about the jeep (ass niguh)
It's the jeep (ass niguh), it's the jeep (ass niguh)
Here we go, with the jeep (ass niguh) (Welcome to the Slaughtahouse!)
Never hear me talking "I could kill a man!!"
Started making records but I'm still a fan
I'll take you down, I break your crown
I make you frown, I wake the town
Tick, check it out tock I rock your whole block
Got the funk dialect in stock
With the boom, bashin, bass drum is smashin
and crashin your bedroom walls, and monster mashin
Dashin, man with the kick, that be flying
Kids don't be trying, this trick cause I'm scien-
-tifical, ninety-nine rappers wanna kill
to sound ill, you couldn't find their brains with a drill
Check it...
*sound of a drill*
[What a funny little house!]
(Welcome to the Slaughtahouse!)

Welcome to my Slaughtahouse, it's like a playpen
Welcome to my Slaughtahouse, there's no escapin
This is the place where freestyling skills
are sharp like axes, and suckas get the chills
Drum is the cash, like the rash you'll be itchin
for the green and, everybody's talking like they're mean and
crazy, oh baby, you're ready, for this yo
Make me, a poster, holdin, a pistol
Then I can be the (man)
I can be the (man)
Cause they see me with the gun in my hand
I, am not, down with the standard
The man did, not do, what every other man did
Candid, just like the man Allen Funts
And there's nothing worse than, a rapper when he fronts
So throw your hands up in the air
If you really don't care
about the next man's life, you get the chair
In the Slaughtahouse
[The price a rapper must pay]

Outro:

Whassup kid you hear that new album _Brains on the Sidewalk_?
Yeah it's FAT right?
Yeah I like that part
MURDER MURDER MURDER, and KILL KILL KILL
Yaknow that's what it's all about
Yeah I'm gonna be just like that when I grow up
You think I ain't?

[Lord Digga]
This is a brand new year for motherfucker's heads to start burstin
Masta Ase, Incorporated
Ase, Lord Digga, Shiloh, Eyceurok, the Brooklynites
And the Floor Builder
Watch your back black man
Your biggest enemy's in the mirror
Long is the road to freedom from self-destruction
The Slaughtahouse, breeds death
Death to the *faggot-ass* average wack MC's
And death of the original man, turned killer man

 

Bitches be creamin for this 8-inch demon
And when you hear me screamin I'm about to free the semen
Wipe myself off on ya couch cover
If she talks any trash I'll flash my boxcutter
'cuz I'm rougher than any pimp ya had in ya life, ho
I talk soft, walk tall, carry a rifle
Kill that bullshit, cuz if baby gets spiteful
I'm lacin her liquor with some piss and some lysol
Rollin a shit brown Lincoln eatin a stickybun
Spot-check the flock, PIG ONE is gonna give me some
Cuz I'm a freak, I like the girls with tatoos
Yo I once got busy in a Burger King drive-thru!
I'll take em two at a time, make em both say my name
Ain't ever had three, but best believe that I'm game!
and that's the key, game
girl, I fit words like Scrabble
the inner-city cowboy with the thick herds of cattle
Cruisin lakestreet, gene-pool ridin shotgun
Got the flyest trickies from the Mississippi to Boston
I got a house full of porn to keep the vibe warm,
the door's always open honey, come outta the storm
Yo I got daddys' little girls, ones that always stay true
got an uptown girl, she dyes her pubic hair blue
and I got a bitch that lives in Kenwood, rich townhouse flavor
she travels on business, I'm gettin down with her neighbors
I got a freak, drives a bus, shows me love with the free rides
a hundred hos in Saint Paul, but only one from eastside
Got a Bloomington bitch with a pool at her appartment
rugburns all over from fuckin her on the carpet
gotta make em all hos make em all work the food court
Yo hit me up with a chicken soft taco and a couple of Newports
Got stripper bitches, body jewels and fake titties
got a ho that lives in Argo for when I escape the city

But my favorite one outta all of em is your girl
I sway the tongue, never once have I been forceful
She lays it on like it's a job that she loves
Yo whose lips are these? the response is always Slug's

The Richfield bitches freak the lip gloss and hairspray
And downtown women that like to fuck on the staircase
northside chicks, southside chicks, suburban chicks
Love to open married women up to the perverted mix!
Disturbin your relationship, excuse my morals
I work it with the way I trick em out, silly mortals
The words I kick, the sport I play, know what to say
when Im sittin at this buffet with all these tasty morsels?!

But my favorite one outta all of em is your girl
I sway the tongue, never once have I been forceful
She lays it on like it's a job that she loves
Yo whose lips are these? the response is always Slug's

Cruisin down the street in my baby's mom's capris
Febuary, got the windows cracked, wearin a fleece
hit the bus depot, yo bu, you kinda cute
give me nine and a half weeks
and I'll have that freak [sniffin tude?]
distribute income across the rotten fruited plain
I know it's hard bein young girl let me soothe the pain
I understand you baby, straight up I understand
Now lift up your ass so I can pull these fuckin pants down
The only ones I don't do is those under 18
or at least I keep that shit a secret if you know what I mean
I got sluts that love to give head, and I love to watch
the way they move they heads up and down my. . .

 

I'm gonna slash and gash, cut another hole in your ass.
I spill blood on the walls, then play tennis with your balls.
If the phone rings, don't answer the call.
Gonna slit your throat, fuck you like a goat, peal your foreskin off and make a winter coat.
Peace!

The hottest most shortest freestyle evar :eek5r: