| Song | Sound Off |
| Artist | Slaughterhouse |
| Album | Slaughterhouse |
| You herbs we merged, we're an alliance | |
| We fight fire with flamethrowers, why would you try us? | |
| We an outfit, equivalent to | |
| Voltron'sThat boy | |
| Crooked I is 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 saluting | |
| I don't really think y'all niggas get it | |
| Run up on your with a army it is on until it's done, finished | |
| You got a problem with any one of my slaughters | |
| Then y'all niggas can come with it | |
| Me and Joey, we a perfect fit | |
| He like starting shit, | |
| I like ending shit | |
| I don't squash the beef, | |
| I don't bend a bit | |
| It ain't intricate | |
| I'm gon' shoot your stupid ass | |
| You too could laugh, you gon' die smiling | |
| Try wilding, | |
| I get hostile then | |
| I'm violent | |
| I don't make threats nigga | |
| I promiseMy style is | |
| Stalin mixed with sick lyrics | |
| If you hear it, it'll lift your spirit | |
| Turn your appearance into a disappearance | |
| Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick | |
| I fuck with nothing but gangstas | |
| Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off, hut | |
| I fuck with nothing but my clique | |
| Nothing but hot shit, follow me, sound off, sound off, hut | |
| I fuck with nothing but gangstas | |
| Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off, hut | |
| I put my money on my clique, hot shit | |
| Coming out 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 flamethrowers and | |
| I got one on my back right now | |
| Remain focused, that's what | |
| I tell myself now and then | |
| Don't wanna go back to that block like when | |
| Varejão defends | |
| 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 sweet dummies looking me like a pepper steak | |
| Means we never separate, we ain't married | |
| Jab it every time | |
| I touch a pen, | |
| I sort of set a date | |
| I'll devastate your career, look | |
| I'm a demonstrate | |
| Let me get a good breath take before | |
| I regulate | |
| Okay, bye, bye you guys, don't try to rhyme' | |
| Cause line for line what | |
| I design is mine and mine | |
| Sport a joint divine, meaning right behind | |
| And thank | |
| God it shines all the light in mine | |
| So my eyes can find a nice dime to grind | |
| Come here girl, toma, toma, take that, take that | |
| I fuck with nothing but gangstas | |
| Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off, hut | |
| I fuck with nothing but my clique | |
| Nothing but hot shit, follow me, sound off, sound off, hut | |
| I fuck with nothing but gangstas | |
| Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off, hut | |
| I put my money on my clique, hot shit | |
| Coming out the barrel of my fifth | |
| You rappers chasing popularity by any means | |
| Doing silly things, buying too many size 20 skinny jeans | |
| The west treat me like | |
| I'm really king | |
| I'm Pacquiao in the | |
| Philippines, illest thing niggas seen | |
| You rappers dressing like you fitting to sing | |
| Billie Jean | |
| I got to intervene, fuck you | |
| I'm a intervene | |
| You loud talking, wouldn't kill a thing | |
| Matter of fact, where's your head, nigga? | |
| I got the guillotine | |
| Fuck your | |
| 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 | |
| JagIf you stopping the profit, the glock will be popping your body | |
| You'll rock a colostomy bag, shot in the abs, moms will be sad | |
| Pops will be mad, doctor be glad | |
| Possibly be stopping the plasma dropping | |
| Clock running out and the outcome bad | |
| Any one of you niggas fuck with my team? | |
| Pretty ass thing with the infrared 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 meanEverybody wanna be down with the king | |
| No, no, no, no, no fly zone | |
| I fuck with nothing but gangstas | |
| Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off, hut | |
| I fuck with nothing but my clique | |
| Nothing but hot shit, follow me, sound off, sound off, hut | |
| I fuck with nothing but gangstas | |
| Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off, hut | |
| I put my money on my clique, hot shit | |
| Coming out the barrel of my fifth | |
| My one goal's to astonish, tell the | |
| President, | |
| VPNotify the | |
| Congress, they say | |
| I'm arrogant, pompous but | |
| I'm honest | |
| I tell them keep an accomplice away from the accomplished | |
| They still making threats on your highness | |
| But I tell them where | |
| I be, they just ignore the compass | |
| I think all your mans' play dough, | |
| I don't buy that movie, | |
| FandangoFans they know that what? | |
| You a soldier to a general | |
| Baby steel, got it in a bag, airtight | |
| Navy SEALTell them little dudes | |
| I ain't mad at y'all | |
| College kids like | |
| Asher Roth | |
| Y'all just trying to put food on the table | |
| While I'm a just come and try to snatch it off | |
| If it ain't for me, most young dudes would be angrily | |
| But anxiously awaiting bankruptcy | |
| Wonder what makes little motherfuckers think they the same as me | |
| I'm synchronized you and your men should die | |
| Learn certain shit you ain't meant to try | |
| Got the ground covered with some niggas in disguise | |
| Best bet is to attempt to fly | |
| Shit's a game, you down, you in for life | |
| Fuck y'all, | |
| I ain't got to generalize | |
| Y'all enabled to write what the pen describes | |
| So when he asked what | |
| I meant and why, | |
| I tell him | |
| I fuck with nothing but gangstas | |
| Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off, hut | |
| I fuck with nothing but my clique | |
| Nothing but hot shit, follow me, sound off, sound off, hut | |
| I fuck with nothing but gangstas | |
| Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off, hut | |
| I put my money on my clique, hot shit | |
| Coming out the barrel of my fifth |
| You herbs we merged, we' re an alliance | |
| We fight fire with flamethrowers, why would you try us? | |
| We an outfit, equivalent to | |
| Voltron' sThat boy | |
| Crooked I is 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 saluting | |
| I don' t really think y' all niggas get it | |
| Run up on your with a army it is on until it' s done, finished | |
| You got a problem with any one of my slaughters | |
| Then y' all niggas can come with it | |
| Me and Joey, we a perfect fit | |
| He like starting shit, | |
| I like ending shit | |
| I don' t squash the beef, | |
| I don' t bend a bit | |
| It ain' t intricate | |
| I' m gon' shoot your stupid ass | |
| You too could laugh, you gon' die smiling | |
| Try wilding, | |
| I get hostile then | |
| I' m violent | |
| I don' t make threats nigga | |
| I promiseMy style is | |
| Stalin mixed with sick lyrics | |
| If you hear it, it' ll lift your spirit | |
| Turn your appearance into a disappearance | |
| Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick | |
| I fuck with nothing but gangstas | |
| Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off, hut | |
| I fuck with nothing but my clique | |
| Nothing but hot shit, follow me, sound off, sound off, hut | |
| I fuck with nothing but gangstas | |
| Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off, hut | |
| I put my money on my clique, hot shit | |
| Coming out 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 flamethrowers and | |
| I got one on my back right now | |
| Remain focused, that' s what | |
| I tell myself now and then | |
| Don' t wanna go back to that block like when | |
| Varej o defends | |
| 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 sweet dummies looking me like a pepper steak | |
| Means we never separate, we ain' t married | |
| Jab it every time | |
| I touch a pen, | |
| I sort of set a date | |
| I' ll devastate your career, look | |
| I' m a demonstrate | |
| Let me get a good breath take before | |
| I regulate | |
| Okay, bye, bye you guys, don' t try to rhyme' | |
| Cause line for line what | |
| I design is mine and mine | |
| Sport a joint divine, meaning right behind | |
| And thank | |
| God it shines all the light in mine | |
| So my eyes can find a nice dime to grind | |
| Come here girl, toma, toma, take that, take that | |
| I fuck with nothing but gangstas | |
| Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off, hut | |
| I fuck with nothing but my clique | |
| Nothing but hot shit, follow me, sound off, sound off, hut | |
| I fuck with nothing but gangstas | |
| Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off, hut | |
| I put my money on my clique, hot shit | |
| Coming out the barrel of my fifth | |
| You rappers chasing popularity by any means | |
| Doing silly things, buying too many size 20 skinny jeans | |
| The west treat me like | |
| I' m really king | |
| I' m Pacquiao in the | |
| Philippines, illest thing niggas seen | |
| You rappers dressing like you fitting to sing | |
| Billie Jean | |
| I got to intervene, fuck you | |
| I' m a intervene | |
| You loud talking, wouldn' t kill a thing | |
| Matter of fact, where' s your head, nigga? | |
| I got the guillotine | |
| Fuck your | |
| 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 | |
| JagIf you stopping the profit, the glock will be popping your body | |
| You' ll rock a colostomy bag, shot in the abs, moms will be sad | |
| Pops will be mad, doctor be glad | |
| Possibly be stopping the plasma dropping | |
| Clock running out and the outcome bad | |
| Any one of you niggas fuck with my team? | |
| Pretty ass thing with the infrared 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 meanEverybody wanna be down with the king | |
| No, no, no, no, no fly zone | |
| I fuck with nothing but gangstas | |
| Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off, hut | |
| I fuck with nothing but my clique | |
| Nothing but hot shit, follow me, sound off, sound off, hut | |
| I fuck with nothing but gangstas | |
| Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off, hut | |
| I put my money on my clique, hot shit | |
| Coming out the barrel of my fifth | |
| My one goal' s to astonish, tell the | |
| President, | |
| VPNotify the | |
| Congress, they say | |
| I' m arrogant, pompous but | |
| I' m honest | |
| I tell them keep an accomplice away from the accomplished | |
| They still making threats on your highness | |
| But I tell them where | |
| I be, they just ignore the compass | |
| I think all your mans' play dough, | |
| I don' t buy that movie, | |
| FandangoFans they know that what? | |
| You a soldier to a general | |
| Baby steel, got it in a bag, airtight | |
| Navy SEALTell them little dudes | |
| I ain' t mad at y' all | |
| College kids like | |
| Asher Roth | |
| Y' all just trying to put food on the table | |
| While I' m a just come and try to snatch it off | |
| If it ain' t for me, most young dudes would be angrily | |
| But anxiously awaiting bankruptcy | |
| Wonder what makes little motherfuckers think they the same as me | |
| I' m synchronized you and your men should die | |
| Learn certain shit you ain' t meant to try | |
| Got the ground covered with some niggas in disguise | |
| Best bet is to attempt to fly | |
| Shit' s a game, you down, you in for life | |
| Fuck y' all, | |
| I ain' t got to generalize | |
| Y' all enabled to write what the pen describes | |
| So when he asked what | |
| I meant and why, | |
| I tell him | |
| I fuck with nothing but gangstas | |
| Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off, hut | |
| I fuck with nothing but my clique | |
| Nothing but hot shit, follow me, sound off, sound off, hut | |
| I fuck with nothing but gangstas | |
| Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off, hut | |
| I put my money on my clique, hot shit | |
| Coming out the barrel of my fifth |