"You Get more for your money
When you f**k with Mr Porter-r-r-r-r "
As long as I got my pen I don't need a friend
We got ears that we each'll lend each other
My brother just hollered at me again
He said he tired of all the lyin' deceivin' and
Dick-ridin' the people providin on every beat
But when I do it it's stupid
I bruise it like a bad b***h
I lose it
My music's a movement and they just mad stiff
I told 'em it's mathematical in this pad lift
Point 'em out and I will subtract him
With an ad lib
See the fact is what) I'm a b*****d
How can I not be Macho Man)
I'm a Savage)
In the past I was passive now I'm mad b***h
I'm spazzin
You get an Adidas classic where yo' ass is
Eh-eh eh-eh Nickel ain't the one at all
Snatch your vocal chords out
Then plug 'em in my wall
You a knife at a gun fight our shit is raw
You a square you're silverware in a civil war
The Slaughterhouse wolf pack
Riders under the moon
The reason you itchin wit'cha
Lighter under your spoon
I'm a lover the lead bustin is old to me
You put your head in her butt
I headbutt the ovaries
God dipped me in war paint for all weathers
I'm Mr spill the liquor on my alcohol tether
No need to ride with nobody
I feel the heat can help me
Your jean's skinnier than Em is
When he eatin healthy
Whoa Whoa Whoa
Whoa Whoa Whoa Shaaady
Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa
Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa
"Mr Porter-r-r-r-r "
Outnumbered outspoken outcasted
Outweighed outrageous odds and outlasted
Outlandish so I learned to outwit 'em
I outsmart 'em outgrew 'em I outdid 'em
Cream out-bid 'em team can't out-spit him
Keep sleepin'
Your wet dream is out with him
Do a lil' yoga a lil' kama sutra
Steakhouse n***a used to be a Ramen Noodler
Heavy on B and E's was a calm intruder
Pumped a Ruger moms called me con and loser
I suggest you and your mans'll regroup
Bet against it and probably can't recoup - out
I point a pistol at your mamma mia
I'm sick as Tyson in the ring
At the Colosseum with gonorrhea
F**k a rapper my clapper black as Muhammadiya
F**k you R&B bitches shut up You not Aaliyah
When Mr Porter record a piano
Producers may wanna order some ammo
I'm a California corner reporter
Your boy wasn't born with a quarter bein poor
As a w***e and I'm an aura
It's sorta Soprano; look here
We reinvent the wheel to have a Good Year
And y'all tired
We like Tyler Perry mixed with Everlast
The House of Payne Slaughterhouse gang n***a
Whoa Whoa Whoa
Whoa Whoa Whoa Shaaady
Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa
Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa
"Mr Porter-r-r-r-r "
