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"Fight Club (Remix)"


[Starts off with a brand new beat]

[Intro: Joe Budden]
Ladies and gentlemen!
Frequency... I present...
The new fight club up in this bitch! ("Slaughterhouse! ")
We go by the name of Slaughterhouse!
And we outta here!
Only one rule...
No rule! [echoes]

[Verse:]
[Crooked I:]
Joey! - No rules! - Gunshots, no prob'!
No jewels! (whooo!) - Niggaz say I got robbed.
I'm still wearin' my bling
And fuck first class, I fly standin on Virgin America's wing!
Nuts hang, knockin' down skyscrapers
Take a piss, make it rain, I'm the American dream. (uhh!)
Make it rain, I ain't Pacman Jones
Nigga, balls and my word all a black man owns!
[Joe Budden:]
If you in that man's zone, how you figure to gain?
Can't bowl a 300 in another nigga lane!
Better aim! - You dealin' with a 7-10 split!
[Crooked I:]
That's Long Beach cause we on some 7-10 shit!
[Joell Ortiz:]
I've been nice since "227" man, shit!
I am sick and I'm never gettin' better, that's it! ("Slaughterhouse! ")
Give me somethin' sharp to sever that prick!
Like a group broke up I will dismember that clique! (whoo!) (AAAAARRRRGH!)
[Royce Da 5'9":]
I'm a veteran, remember that shit!
We some internet rappers; then why you on our internet dicks? (YEAH!)
We'll be there when it's war callin'
Either we high or we fly or the floor fallin'!
I'm a Tommy gun! (talk to 'em!) – It ain't no best
The rap game like a St. Louis VS. New York battle, nobody won! (uhh!)
A bunch of fuckin 2's and 3's like zone defense,
[Joe Budden:]
[Sighs] Please get at dudes Ortiz! (Ortiz: Nah, you beast 'em!)
Hold up, won't stop! - Can't stop, thank pops
Hard-headed! - Gotta hit a wall first like a bank shot!
Get it clear! – A cokehead's a thin line
Between friend or foe, won't let this shit disappear.
This fiscal year, I'm a stay hot buzzin'
With dudes that help me shoot like A-Rod cousin!
Walk in my shoes and your feet get callous,
From Jersey City to Caeser's palace. (oh!)
I speak with malice just to make sure the streets get salvaged,
Real talk! - Where would all us be without us?
Slaughterhouse, no fear! - Too many dudes Tyson Chandler
Tried to leave they team and went nowhere!
[Crooked I:]
Like Tyson Chandler in the past niggaz on some bullshit
Royce, tell Preme I got a full clip! (whoa!)
Niggaz used to run when they saw Suge's face,
Faster than Joey and Joell in a foot race.
Now you ask me where the incident took place
Don't check the internet, check hood space! (hood space!)
You dealin' with some intelligent creatures
I don't touch guns, I draw with telekinesis!
No fingerprints on Crooked's Mag'
I'm mixed with good and bad like the "Goodfellas" and Jesus. (yeeah!)
First Biggie and Jay made it!
I'll leave a bandana at your murder and make it gang related!
The bitch at the Shonie's told me, homie:
[Joell Ortiz:]
"Ortiz, I'm the one and only! "
Pick a spot! (spot!) - I pick apart you dudes who pick a part
This ain't a movie! I feel bad like lookin' at a pic of 'Pac. (whooo!)
Niggaz hearts gettin sparked every time I give a' Arc
To my wrist and it twists like a spliff when I'm sittin in the park
Tall corny niggaz ain't makin a bigger mark. (ha!)
I'll boost drugs, what I does got 'em runnin to get a NARC. (whooo!)
You guppies unlucky, you in a tank with a shark,
Teeth crooked like my dog who just finished a vicious bark! (c'mon!)
[Royce Da 5'9":]
Flick a dart through your top hat (hat!)
Weak MC's you cannot rap; Freq', where the drop at? (drop at!)
Now you mad at Tahiry cause your ass ain't famous!
Get it, nigga? (JB: get it, nigga!) - Your "ass" ain't famous!
Quit talkin' 'bout me cause ya ass ain't dangerous
They call me Hustler because my mag game heinous! (whoooo!)
Show up to Detroit thinkin "Everybody Love" you
And I'm a come and show you that ya ass ain't "Raymond".
Dumbin' every line. – Me fuckin' bitches
Like the cops after a murder, they cummin'/comin' every time! (whooo!)
Shell-toes and Wissam jacket, the contractor,
Still pushin elbows like a linebacker. (JB: Like a linebacker!)
And y'all playin'! - My worldwide bitches
On my worldwide watch, I call it the broadband.

[Outro: Crooked I]
SLAUGHTERHOUSE!
Y'all know what it is, man! [beat stops]

[Thanks to Big TaMá$ for these lyrics]

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