{"id":38524,"date":"2012-08-13T15:01:00","date_gmt":"2012-08-13T07:01:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lins-bros.com\/?p=38524"},"modified":"2012-08-13T15:01:00","modified_gmt":"2012-08-13T07:01:00","slug":"slaughterhouse-%e2%80%93-see-dead-people-%e6%ad%8c%e8%af%8d","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lins-bros.com\/?p=38524","title":{"rendered":"Slaughterhouse \u2013 See Dead People (\u6b4c\u8bcd)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\u6b4c\u66f2\u4e0b\u8f7d\uff1aSee Dead People<\/a><\/p>\n

[Royce Da 5’9″]
\nI see different day same sick language
\nYou a game, I\u2019m a game of Russian roulette
\nPain and Kurk Cobain mixed with Bane
\nDrenched in purple rain
\nAnd I rearrange your prints, cut ya fingers off
\nMail \u2018em to your sons, kindergarten class
\nIn a Remy Martin glass
\nKnow the tax and Billy, call your dad
\nSigned sincerely, he really caught it bad
\nHe clearly could not doubt you
\nThe alcoholic induced me in a coma you sweep
\nThe hostile you, see murder, my style true
\nBasquiat, Reebok shoe
\nOur guns ain\u2019t coming out if we not shooting
\nYours? Yours is coming out with Detox 2
\nWhen we shot, woo, we shock
\nWhich one of y\u2019all n-ggas wanna box the King Cobra?
\nI\u2019ll mop ya team sober
\nI\u2019m not stoppin\u2019 till they drop me in a box in a mausoleum
\nSayin\u2019: \u201chere lies an artist with an audience broader than Joselyn\u2019s shoulders\u201d
\nHip hop played with the flow, related to poem
\nThe greatest to go in, favor Patrone
\nMaybe record a poem with Oprah and played it back for Raven Simone
\nLater n-ggas! (later n-ggas)
\nI got a crush on Queen Latifah cuz I had a dream
\nWe gotta f-ck on without the Monie love
\nI\u2019m wyling on these drugs
\nIt\u2019s just me and my team and an obscene amount of girls
\nYou can eat our dust, we playing ring around the world<\/p>\n

[Hook]
\nI said you know, that we are
\nSome crazy (I see dead people)
\nAnd plus, we know (I-I-I see dead people)
\nThat we are (I, I-I, I see dead people)
\nSome crazy (I, I-I see dead people)<\/p>\n

[Crooked I]
\nYea, I see \u2018em too with my sixth sense
\nThey prowling while I\u2019m browsing through your housing
\nWith the authority to do you horribly
\nLeave you in 8 sections like fixed rent
\nWhile your b-tch bent over extending my d-ck\u2019s lift
\nDoggystyle literally when she make my cock expand yo
\nAnd you barking up the wrong tree again
\nNothing\u2019s three-dimensional, different plain of existence
\nThe only role the clairvoyant human being can see me in
\nMy theatrics lean, psychiatrics right
\nLike these raps getting ghost-written
\nBy somebody psychopathic residing inside of my psyche\u2019s attic
\nInspirin\u2019 rap sh-t that the coke get in
\nOr it might be acid, constipation
\nNo sh-t and it might be magic, that\u2019s it!
\nSpeaking of magic
\nAll I need is a package of the Magnums and a thick snow bunny to pull off the illest rabbit in hat trick
\nI\u2019m throwing verbals at you before my circles slapped you
\nHey, guess what I heard
\nIf you anti-snitch it can bring down even the greatest person, that true?
\nI guess so, go ask Joe Paterno statue, uh (Crazy n-gga!)
\nThe instrumental\u2019s looping, I sit in a mental institution
\nWith screws loose in my temple, sending you simpleton delusions
\nConfusing your views with simple distribution
\nThe lyrics I\u2019m using to abuse you<\/p>\n

[Hook]<\/p>\n

[Joell Ortiz]
\nY\u2019all crazy man, I ain\u2019t crazy man, tell them Swayze man
\nThey think I\u2019m nuts like a squirrel baby hands
\nPatting the ground, burying my ex-girl\u2019s new man\u2019s left testicle
\nNext to two stands, yellin\u2019 shady fans
\nStarting to rescue range of Anadelle painted grand tans
\nBut that ain\u2019t the case man, I\u2019m just tryna save fans from the same damn million and 80 grams
\n3-80 blam bars while I wipe my Ray Ban\u2019s sunny cuz they can\u2019t mummy
\nI mean rap, y\u2019all get the point like E.T. back in the 80\u2019s
\nSo ease back when Ortiz rap, it\u2019s the Navy, Air Force, Army in my reese pack
\nThen an ABC opposition operative robot
\nBuilt by the fans who feel yall so not that ill so scream yaowa when your show start
\nWill devour you cowards, firin\u2019 rounds from high power go karts
\nTill your entire town\u2019s in a shower and the soap drops
\nf-ck! Like the last nut who sucked my blow pop
\nCuz I\u2019m charming and schlong felt like King Kong\u2019s arm and I pulled twice
\nAntibiotics, my psychotic is sick
\nRecite The Bible on the toilet cuz my God I\u2019m the sh-t
\nGrab my ipod and it skips
\nAll you hear is the house like sittin\u2019 on Amityville couch sayin\u2019 Michael you a b-tch see
\nSee? Pumping with thorozine, I can\u2019t see
\nSido, e-mail from horror scenes, see C dog
\nThought I see red people like C.C. Sabathia\u2019s scum track
\nMaybe it\u2019s a whole bunch of dead people<\/p>\n

[Hook]<\/p>\n

[Joe Budden]
\nWonder why he different from these boys
\nMy temperament\u2019s annoyed, Sigmund Freud
\nBelligerent on Ritalin and Rory don\u2019t
\nLook for a reason, all sentiment is void
\nOh and pencil when I\u2019m coy when I enter and destroy
\nWatch the tape slow mo and took the stand, face blam
\nRaised my left hand, spit on the Bible as I approached
\nThen grabbed the mic screamed it\u2019s over for you roaches
\nWe can close this only thing that make me crazy, they can\u2019t figure out a motive
\nSee I\u2019m bipolar, you minimalize my mental strides
\nMemorize the track enterprises if I\u2019ve been inside it
\nMy eyes flashes meat tenderized
\nMy heart will arise
\nIf god put my sins aside I swear I\u2019ll start genocide
\nMy funeral should look like a general died
\nDog\u2019s there, let the kennel inside
\nAnd they\u2019ll say he insane though
\nMe, I\u2019d agree with that claim though
\nPeep my angle, but some would say he is an angel
\nNever gave a f-ck, druggin\u2019 way too many in my state of serenity
\nKeep it, How can man be here the same boat
\nAint no chokes read Fantasia with the written rainbow
\nPeeing, fleeing, the same clothes
\nIt\u2019s just 2012, Lou Ferigno, just blow
\nHead in a fish bowl
\nHeaded to hell, dipped in crisco
\nAnd walk over your eclipse, show me where it is
\nYou have eaten, turned into Al Green with a phobia of grits
\nI know dudes that never took the fall for they body
\nSkipped childhood perhaps couldn\u2019t afford an Atari
\nRecord the homie, call Ferrari, try to mawl the real Paul McCartney
\nYou mighta thought this out awkwardly
\nNot neurotic, this perpetual
\nAnd homeboy that ain\u2019t saliva, it\u2019s last week\u2019s Molly residue
\nThat demon I carry is heavy
\nSo whoever said that\u2019s a hard pill to swallow must never met me
\nMy new nickname\u2019s \u201cApproach With Caution\u201d
\nOwe me money, I resurrect if you approach that coffin
\nTake my kindness for weakness it would be your last error
\nWrote my thin line between love and hate and mascara
\nGive me gasoline, pliers, cleaver don\u2019t forget the wrench
\nMore oil on his tongue, easier to get him pitched
\nSlaughterhouse f-ck, leaves you, you ain\u2019t get the hint
\nBasement full of insides, freezer full of ligaments
\nLet that be a warning if you eager to getting rich
\nGut you n-ggas whole you Febreeze just to rid the stench
\nYour devoured, work magic with a weapon
\nAnd I\u2019m as indecisive as D Howard you bleed coward
\nBe certain if you see a guy lurking through your blinds and curtains
\nIt\u2019s Tyler Durden, and verbal, can\u2019t merge and emerge as if it\u2019s just artificial insemination
\nOnly here for revenge cuz to him it\u2019s just ventilation
\nPissed off and annoyed he was goin\u2019 in incineration
\nBy a virgin menstuating as a nurse continue racing
\nTruman Show his whole life, watch the demonstration
\nAnd that\u2019s one way of f-ckin\u2019 the world, no penetration
\nDon\u2019t know what to make of you
\nThe six sense is equal in life form but way more than unbreakable<\/p>\n

The game of the super group is being changed right now, my n-gga
\nHouse gang, that\u2019s right pops, let me talk my sh-t before we go off
\nAlright pops I guess that\u2019s enough sh-t talking
\nYa\u2019know what I mean
\nY\u2019all know, right?<\/p>\n

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