Slaughterhouse - Powermad

Caught by justice, killed a criminal

Self-defense, your plan

Tried to honor, could not obey

Time to feel their wrath

Put in prison, set on Death Row

Awaiting hell’s black door

Pondering death, wishing for life

You will feel no more

Ripping and tearing

Into your flesh

Feeling the needles from hell

Strapped in the chair

Hood over your head

Sniffing no cyanide smell

Struggle and struggle

There is nowhere to turn

Bowing your head for the kill

Tasting your life as it slips by

If you don’t, the Slaughterhouse will

Slaughterhouse

Can you see me, I’m invisible

Can you feel my wrath

I can conquer, I can hold you

In the Slaughterhouse

House, Slaughterhouse