Sound Off

You herbs we merged, we're an alliance
 We fight fire with flame-throwers, why would you try us?
 We a outfit, equivalent to Voltron's
 That boy Crooked I's equivalent to four arms
 Joell Ortiz is the body
 The cannibal slash killer, kill you then eat your body
 Joe Budden is the pair of legs
 He runs shit alongside I, the apparent head
 I am the general, bow now
 Fuck salutin, I don't really think y'all niggas get it
 Run up on you with an army it is
 On 'til it's done, finished
 You got a problem with any one of my Slaughters
 Then y'all niggas can come wit it
 Me and Joey we a perfect fit
 He likes startin shit, I like endin shit
 I don't squash the beef, I don't bend a bit, it ain't intricate
 I'm gon' shoot yo' stupid ass
 You too could laugh, you gon' die smilin
 Try whylin I get hostile then I'm violent
 I don't make threats nigga I promise
 My style is Stalin mixed with sick lyrics
 If you hear it it'll lift your spirit
 Turn your appearance to a disappearance, d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d (ding)
 I fuck with, nothin but gangstas
 Nothin but hustler niggas, sound off, sound off (HUT!)
 I fuck with, nothin but my clique
 Nothin but hot shit follow me, sound off, sound off (HUT!)
 I fuck with, nothin but gangstas
 Nothin but hustler niggas, sound off, sound off (HUT!)
 I put my, money on my clique
 Hot shit, comin outta the barrel of my fifth
 I got a raw flow, and I stay hungry more so
 Guess that's why I'm the torso
 I pour sweat when I perform shows
 What I record goes down as the best but the vets won't let that torch go
 Y'all could keep it, they got flashlights now
 And flame-throwers, and I got one on my back right now
 Remain focused, is what I tell myself now and then
 Don't wanna go back to that block like where Varejao defends
 Uh-oh (uh-oh) my stomach growls again, I ain't none of you cowards friends
 Every human out of my sight, before I count to ten
 One two three four five six seven eight
 I'm hungry like I never ate
 Set a table up with knives forks and spoons, I'm 'bout to get a plate
 All these weak dummies lookin at me like a pepper steak
 Me and these dudes never separate, we ain't married
 Yeah but every time I touch a pen I sorta set a date
 I'll devastate your career, look I'mma demonstrate
 Let me get a good breath I take before I regulate
 {*inhales*} Okay (okay) bye-bye you guys, don't try to rhyme
 Cause line for line what I design is mine and mines, point is I'm divine
 And I'm right behind the big guy that shines
 All the light in mine so my eyes can find a nice dime to grind
 C'mere girl, toma toma, take that take that
 I fuck with, nothin but gangstas
 Nothin but hustler niggas, sound off, sound off (HUT!)
 I fuck with, nothin but my clique
 Nothin but hot shit follow me, sound off, sound off (HUT!)
 I fuck with, nothin but gangstas
 Nothin but hustler niggas, sound off, sound off (HUT!)
 I put my, money on my clique
 Hot shit, comin outta the barrel of my fifth
 You rappers chasin popularity by any means doin silly things
 Buyin too many size 20 skinny jeans
 The West treat me like I'm really king
 I'm Pacquiao in the Philippines, illest thing them niggas seen
 You rappers dressin like you finna sing "Billie Jean"
 I gotta intervene, fuck you I'mma intervene
 You loud talkin wouldn't kill a thing
 Matter of fact, where's your head nigga? I got the guillotine
 Fuck yo' Hollywood limousine and rented bling
 I give you three red dots and I call it a triple beam
 I'll put your pad on your property fag
 Properly rob you and hop in the Jag
 If you stoppin the profit the Glock'll be poppin
 Your body'll rock a colostomy bag
 Shot in the abs, moms'll be sad
 Pops'll be mad, doctor be glad
 Possibly stoppin a plasma droppin
 Clock runnin out and the outcome bad
 Any one of you niggas that's fuckin with my team
 Pretty-ass thing with the infra-red beam
 Sleep on that and get killed while you dream
 Fuck a rap group, Slaughterhouse a machine
 Slaughterhouse a regime
 I'm gooned up if you know what I mean
 Everybody wanna be down with the king
 No-no-no-no-no fly zone (no fly zone)
 I fuck with, nothin but gangstas
 Nothin but hustler niggas, sound off, sound off (HUT!)
 I fuck with, nothin but my clique
 Nothin but hot shit follow me, sound off, sound off (HUT!)
 I fuck with, nothin but gangstas
 Nothin but hustler niggas, sound off, sound off (HUT!)
 I put my, money on my clique
 Hot shit, comin outta the barrel of my fifth
 My one goal's to astonish
 Tell the president, V.P. (you could) notify the congress
 They say I'm arrogant, pompous but I'm honest
 I tell 'em keep an accomplice away from the accomplished
 They still makin threats on your highness
 But I tell 'em where I be, they just ignore the compass
 I think all your mans' Play-Doh
 I don't buy that movie "Fandango"
 Fans they know that what, you a soldier to a general, baby steel
 Got it in the bag, airtight, Navy SEAL
 Tell lil' dudes I ain't mad at y'all
 College kids like Asher Roth
 Y'all just trying to put food on the table
 And I'mma just come and try snatch it off
 If it ain't from me, most young dudes will be angrily
 But anxiously awaitin bankruptcy
 Wonder what makes lil' muh'fuckers think they're the same as me
 I'm synchronized, you and your mens'll die
 Learn certain shit you ain't meant to try
 Got the ground covered with some niggas in disguise
 Best bet's to attempt to fly
 Shit's a gang, you down you in for life
 Fuck y'all I ain't gotta generalize
 Y'all ain't able to write what the pen describes
 So when he asked what I meant and why I tell him
 I fuck with, nothin but gangstas
 Nothin but hustler niggas, sound off, sound off (HUT!)
 I fuck with, nothin but my clique
 Nothin but hot shit follow me, sound off, sound off (HUT!)
 I fuck with, nothin but gangstas
 Nothin but hustler niggas, sound off, sound off (HUT!)
 I put my, money on my clique
 Hot shit, comin outta the barrel of my fifth