[Verse 1] Eating Korean barbecue, downtown L.A Something's in my heart like Michel'le n***as askin' questions, make me just wanna walk out like Kelly R. [?] the gods tainted like Slum Village & Dwele Well they asked me did Eminem drop Slaughterhouse Did y'all break up since Joe Budden released Slaughtermouse? Seen you on Peter Rosenberg and Ebro Your energy was zero, see bro Is there something y'all wanna about? And if there is don't play the nice dude Just pull an Ice Cube if it's the right move They ain't putting your album out? Damn these n***as got an attitude Thought we'd be yo n***as for life, where's the gratitude All these questions they pointing them in my direction Like the business end of a Smith and Wesson but I ain't stressing Just came home, I was in Detroit visiting Marshall's session To be in the presence of one of the GOATs is still a blessing f** yeah [Interlude] [Verse 2] Is it really the end of Slaughter? Did them n***as intend to pen the hardest sh** in the mainstream And then sacrifice they self to a major label So underground lyricist wouldn't have to? Is them n***as just some martyrs? We taking no losses You're comments are nailing us to four crosses But you didn't even see the four fins in the water, sharks n***a I know you want to see the beef but it's over when you see the teeth Individually and collectively we feed the streets Taking it beat for beat, we gon' cook up when you need to eat, come on We pledge allegiance to that slaughter flag And that $20 bill Em gave us to autograph After we signed the Shady contract and became part of his artist staff Why would we stiff you and leave y'all the tab After we all called a cab? Nah, we here to give you what you ought to have Uplift you with real sh** so everbody ain't gotta dab Damn, this make me wanna see my n***as soon Fly to Detroit just to freestyle in Nickel's living room Fly to New Jersey, I knew Joey would bring the strippers through Then hit up Brooklyn, me and Joell gon' sell a zip or two We the illest crew [Outro] Oh man, Slaughterhouse n***a The gift rap, Merry Christmas Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanzaa Happy Holidays, all that sh** Yeah Housegang man, we ain't going nowhere We the illest crew Oh yeah, that album coming out b**h