Our House - Slaughterhouse, Eminem, Skylar Grey

Here’s the story, of a little boy

Growin' up in a suburban home

Trying to cope with everyday life

Who lives in a little house

That was built, in the middle of the street

«Hey, Mom!

Tupac’s on the juke box

So what he shot two cops

And raped a little girl

While two dudes watched,»

«Nuh-uh!

They were tryin' to frame him,

You wouldn’t have Two Pack Shaker,»

«No!

That ain’t how you say his name, mum!

You’re so lame

Don’t you know anything?»

«Yeah!

I know that you’ll probably go

and join in a gang,»

«Yeah, right.

Im out

Where’s my f*ckin' walkman at?»

«Stop cussin' at me!»

«Shut up, b*tch!»

«And quit talking black.»

Well, slammed the door and I’m out

Now, what?

It’s probably warm in the house

F*ck, I forgot my jacket

forgot it was winter

I’m gettin' thinner

I’m hungry

Is Mom cookin' dinner?

«Mom!

Let me back in!

I forgot my coat

Mom, come on, I’m not playin'

It’s cold!

Alright, sorry

I need a jacket

Mom, look

My Tupac tape

I just cracked it

Ma, please let me back in

It is Two Pack Shaker

I just asked him.»

I’m freezin', (achoo)

I’m sneezin'

I’m breathin' too much cold air

I’m wheezin'

«I ain’t did nothin'

I didn’t say «I'm leavin',»

I said «I'm goin' on the front

Porch to get somethin',»

(scissors cutting)

«Alright, here.

Take your damn coat and leave,»

«Finaly!,

Mom!

You cut off the sleaves!»

Our house

In the middle of the street

Our house

In the middle of the street

Our house

In the middle of the street

Our house

In the middle of the street

One, two, three

My teacher’s two faced

She went to lower my school grades

Since Last Tuesday

I had a toothache

from kool-aid

So Mom kicked me out, (get out)

And, all i had in my suitcase

Was one shoelace

A tube sock

and a tube of toothpaste

Sometimes, it was cool

«cause I could go to a friend’s

Crash there

Fool around and just skip school

But other times

I’d rather just be home

In my own room alone

Read my shit and nobody would know

My little brother s*cked on a bottle

'Til he was six,

So I’d hide it inside the couch

And say «I don’t know where it is,»

But as soon as Mom found it

I would either be grounded

Or kicked out the house

A thousand weeks

And still countin'

Even when I was underage

Mom was tellin' cops

I was tryin' to run away

I told her

«Someday, b*tch, you’re gonna pay,»

Please, Mom, Please, Mom, Please, Mom

I wanna stay, (let me stay)

Our house

In the middle of the street

Our house

In the middle of the street

Our house

In the middle of the street

Our house

In the middle of the street

My brother’s incoherint

Mom’s a single parent

Who ain’t carin'

Starin' through me

Like I’m transparent

Made it clear

That I was just there

to run an errands

Told her friends

I was a son from her last marriage

Sent me up to the little corner store

with a little note

«Please, sell my step-son

Some cigarettes so I can smoke,»

One time I tried to fake sick

To get attention

Back-fired

Mom, sent me to school

With a vengence

My life’s the worst thing that

Could ever happen to me

I go to class

and every teacher’s always laughin' at me

And Mom says white rappers are laughed at

Not only that

She heard me upstairs

I can’t rap

and I’m stupid

I never make an average

of a B

I need to sit on my ass and sue people

Like she does

One time, I got food poison

From a hot dog

Mom sued and got $ 2,000

From Ballpark

«Hey, Ma.

You got a dollar?»

«I don’t think so

Now keep an eye on your brother

I’m goin' to bingo.»

«But, Mom.

You said you were broke.»

«Who said?

You got your ears messed up

from that damn rap music.»