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slaughterhouse - coffin lyrics

coffin
(feat. busta rhymes)

[busta rhymes:]
slaughterhouse!
bussa buss!
somebody better find a hurry up to find the nearest f-cking exit

[joe budden:]
barge our way through, they wouldn’t open the door
first time high, they couldn’t know what’s raw
you would die if you smoked it, too potent to snort
if you think by the bar, you probably choke on the thought
(what up, what up, what up) speed dial a coroner
done with subliminals, now i’m talking to all of ya
try my patience, wearing it thin
i put my prints in your heart without piercing the skin
(what up, what up, what up) i only need knuckles
tell him to travel safe, then make his knees buckle
before they love you, they gotta hate you
they say that real recognize real, we can spot fake too

[hook: busta rhymes]
y’all know what it is, cause we do it often
caught another body, buy another coffin
(what up, what up, what up) buy another coffin
(what up, what up, what up) buy another coffin
we burn sh-t down, blow torch scorching
slaughterhouse b-tch, buy another coffin
(what up, what up, what up) buy another coffin
(what up, what up, what up) buy another coffin

[joell ortiz:]
knick knack paddy whack, yaowa wanna bone
click clack acrobatic coward with the chrome
purchase another casket, i’m murdering ya b-st-rds
my desert eagle’s a bird, dirty little rachet
you’s a partner, don’t wanna hollow one touch ya
screamin’ “oh ahh”, when i bussa buss ya
i dress my baby up, she got a custom m-ffler
she be like “pew pew” you be like “uh, uh, uh”
can you lean with it? can you drop with it?
next time i tell you shoot, put a sock in it
(what up, what up, what up) act calm chief
we sasquatch beef, big foot up your b-tt (shut up)

[hook]

[crooked i:]
the most beautifulest thing in this world
are the funerals i bring to this world
(what up, what up, what up) gimme the beat, i’m a body it
john gotti it, crooked probably bodied the audience
(what up, what up, what up) then i’m tryna find a wh-r-
d-ck in that v-g-n- like i’m mining for diamonds or
i’m tryna find china or some kind of dinosaur
try to score like kentucky in the final four
yeah, you n-gg-s still will see my gun
is my other d-ck, cause it kill p-ss-es
i’m hood, you good? i’m just checking homie
still hammer dancing, still 2 steppin’ with my weapon on me

[hook]

[royce da 5’9″:]
i said if i ain’t f-cking with you, you can suck a short for richard
until you hiccup, hiccup, need i say more?
listening to a free beat by dre, in some free beats by dre, or
tell my attorney to cook it and eat it
i play catch with the body of bernie from weekend
at bernie’s with crooked this evenin’
i’m up in y’all spot with jersey joe walcott
and brooklyn ortiz, just please give us a reason
(what up, what up, what up) f-ck all the singin’
i’m about to be a rich n-gg-, and waste the whole last bar screamin’
you ready? [screams]

[hook]

[royce da 5’9″:]
haha, we here
ready? [screams]

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