Back on the Scene - Slaughterhouse, Dres

Here we go yo, here we go

Pick it up yo, here we go

Back on the scene

Crispy and clean

Back on the scene

Crispy and clean

Slaughterhouse

Slaughterhouse family, ridin' like a taxi

And yeah, I’m like Dres, I am like the Black Sheep

I just want a gangsta bitch, R.I.P.

Apache

You sound dry, your legs look a lil ashy

You thought what you said was classy

But Slaughterhouse been about bread since Freddie Blassie

Freddie this ain’t saying nasty

I’m a rap assassin that’s sittin in the Aston

Thats cleaner then the demeanor on Eddie Haskell

Call me the defensive back on the track spit

And the slaughterhouse pigskin and you couldn’t put it past me

We done been through a whole lot in the past

'Cause niggas bash us for bein' spazzes

Let it be known we’ve never known for bein' average

We prime like the Corleone re-enactment!

When it comes to talent, we the Jacksons

Eat a track we assassins

We mean, we back on the scene

Back on the scene

Crispy and clean

Back on the scene

Crispy and clean

Slaughterhouse

You spend twenties on flowers, me?

I put dubs on a Rolls

That’s why I’m in the club with your hoes

What you lookin' hard for?

Don’t spill escargot on yourself and get slugs on your clothes

We the ones with the flows

Who hit em wit' the dope lines?

The answer’s right under your nose

Whenever hip-hop's falling off the track

We pick it up, pick it up, pick it up

'Til we back on the scene, crispy and clean

Fix me some whiskey and lean

Bitch we the kings

Only time your music is fly is when I

Use your compact disc as a frisbee to fling

I’m a cold young nigga

This your ho?

Come, get her

Cause I’m so done wit her

And her whole tongue glitter

With the old cum spitter

Hit her then slide home, home run hitter

Back on the scene

Crispy and clean

Back on the scene

Crispy and clean

Slaughterhouse

Yaowa

It’s a wrap for your team

When I get in that ring I put rap in the feign-ing

I don’t know what’s happening-ing

Either I’m getting better or y’all falling off like the sag in my jeans

Relaxin' I’m clean, immaculate lean

And goin' my two steps, something fat in between

Haters don’t get mad at my dream

Opposites attract

I’m nice and this track is just mean

So I’mma fuck it up, flow Avril Lavigne

Olive button up, Bo Jacksons and green

Fresh fitted cap on the bean

Sorta like a spine on a movie screen

Back on the scene

Back under the lights like a gat with the beam

Back at the register with the plastic machine

Back wearing my gold like Magic, Kareem

Back in them rap magazines

Click!

Back on the scene

Crispy and clean

Back on the scene

Crispy and clean

Slaughterhouse

Check it

Them rumors you heard about me I refute those

The attributes of hoes don’t affect my attitude at all

Die from what you told

Blood on your new clothes

Cause even the biggest fall, Manute Bol

What they want, two Glocks with ‘em

Be in the box wit' em

Tryna box wit' em while they got the ox wit em

Doctor Oz wit em, whole life’s a rehearsal

Cars got the horse power of that Old Spice commercial

Silence when the Vets speakin

I’m jet skiing wit lesbians

You just seein', wanna just be him

In the casino, spendin' petti-cash

No worries I’m the same as what you met me as

Bitches sayin' go ahead wit' your sexy ass

Y’all can have my heart, you can get it out this plexiglass

Here’s a message to the haters

I’ll take money, power and fear, the respect’ll come later

Back on the scene

Crispy and clean

Back on the scene

Crispy and clean

Slaughterhouse