[Intro: Ras Kass]

This is something special

[?] carry judgement over the threshold

This is something special

[?] carry judgement over the threshold

[Verse 1: Ras Kass]

Shit always funny ’til somebody get hurt

That’s why I pimped on Eve and made Adam out of dirt

I’m able like Cain to leave a nigga slain

I ease up in your brain like cancer in an old man

Hey news, guess I’m addicted to the Beirut

Heavy on this holy water, Grey Goose and Jesus

Was hanging over [?]’s change like [?] noose

But Amеrica’s hypocrite can’t accept gay troops

[?], skinheads and hatе Jews

Rest in peace, L, BIG, Eazy and my man Proof

Can’t respect a nigga who stay church mice and pump TECs

When a nigga die, you talk shit, ‘nough said

Punks jump up, east, south, north, west

Catch me upstate, beast mouth, Gore-Tex

Star Trek, Klingon coming out a vortex

Swear I merk every fucking rapper, bring on your best

[Hook: Kurupt]

How come you niggas is bitches?

Acting like you something you not, you fictitious

I am war, simple and plain vicious

Pop lead, Sid Vicious, we morticians

[Verse 2: Kurupt]

I’ll make these motherfuckers panic, I’m ignorant

A motherfucking ignoramus, elephant, elegant, excellence

That’s [?] and my bitch

Then it’s me again, motherfucker, I make you all panic

I channel your brainwaves

I got a specialty wholesale, I sell graves

Augusta gallops all across the plains, let Evander win

Or I’ll huff and puff and blow your house down

Tornado, NATO, Santa Ana winds

I’m illegal in the skies, I plummet the earth

I stomp like Sasquatch, the abominable thirst

The abomination Ceasar young Ebenezer

I saturate bodies with shotties and meat cleavers

Olly olly oxen three or catch you in the alley, cock and squeeze in the [?], [?]ing these

Banana babies, from Beijing with fun

Toolies to send you to Oz like Judy Garland, look

([Ras Kass]: click your heels twice, we are not in Kansas anymore)

I make these niggas panic

[Hook: Kurupt]

How come you niggas is bitches?

Acting like you something you not, you fictitious

I am war, simple and plain vicious

Pop lead, Sid Vicious, we morticians

[Verse 3: Killah Priest]

Lyrics more wicked than triple sixes and spirits to fishes

Rap [?] when you hear it horrified to far and wide

To the darker side, gothic skies and [?]s and knives

And guns and roses target Moses, young explosive

Run with soldiers ferocious, don’t slip that open

Provoking the omens and Romans, Trojan slogan

Jewish, Christian, Muslim

Thou shall not eat from the meat that's feet is cloven

As chosen as [?]

Barbarian, the bars'll of bury 'em

Scars and heavy skin, [?]s and deadly winds

Cigars for every sin, laugh at disaster

Last chapter is rapture

Light your fingers with [?]

Smash you in the mountains

Huffing like a falcon, the album will grab ya…

[Kurupt]: …like talons, go through your body like [?]

[Ras Kass]: bitch, walk on tight ropes, it’s all balance

[Killah Priest]: we in this for the violence

[Hook: Kurupt]

How come you niggas is bitches?

Acting like you something you not, you fictitious

I am war, simple and plain vicious

Pop lead, Sid Vicious, we morticians

[Verse 4: Canibus]

I will ooze lyrical exactitude from your bitch's boobs

To prove good things comes in twos

I refuse to lose, I lost and paid more dues

So 9 times out of 10, I'm in a confused mood

They listen to my shit, but what is the dynamics of the relationship

Why don't niggas listen like this

I'm a show you something out of this world, word is bond

Watch Shaka Zulu put his cock in Chaka Khan

Got so many stressful thoughts, my heart wants to take me to court

So many scars all over the God

Nobody move nobody nod, nobody got jawed

Nobody at all, your body is a casualty of war

Above the fangs and the horns, that's where the halo is worn

I was just informed that Slaughterhouse joined

Fuck it, real kings recognize real kings

Get busy is my thing I don't care about the ring

I'm one quarter HRSMN, my horse draws flying saucers

Before your time I rode Pegasus' mama

The horses talk about slaughter, double shot dose of karma

I ride bare chest, they wear armor

Will we strike at dawn, Father

I'll meet ya back at the altar before the daylight wanders

And the crescent moon changes my conduct

How long you been gone 'Bus? I come back covered in Dog blood

Fall back Slaughter rap, fire crossbow off horseback

Complete the whole course and all that

Follow dog paw prints in the snow to your doormat

Find where the prince keeps the hawk at

Carriership whale guns impale you bums

With nails that way tons and feels like a blunt sponge

Crush crystal to crumbs, crystal meth aluminum lungs

Still spittin with a tumor for a tongue

The fat lady sings, the fat man silences the slut

The horse gallops to the rhythm of the drum

Come through like yeah, Beijing all up in the beer

Horses in armor, everybody scared

The gods have appeared and you not prepared

You had lots of chances, not one was fair

The sound of compressed air in your ears are here

In the same hemisphere, it's clear the HRSMN are here

The supper came all the way from Sweden

That's a real long way to go just for something to get eaten

Better make sure you season, prepare food bring the beast in

Seat him over here I wanna see everything

Light start to dim, go to auxiliary power

Somebody get over here and talk to him

Where Buddhas and Judas come to slit my throat

I bleed all over their hands and still spit what I wrote

An irreversible plague, the scourge of a soon coming age

You are wise not to number your days

The irreversible plague, you know my name

The House of Slaughter and the HRMSN on top of the game

[Hook: Kurupt]

How come you niggas is bitches?

Acting like you something you not, you fictitious

I am war, simple and plain vicious

Pop lead, Sid Vicious, we morticians