Slaughterhouse - See Dead People lyrics

You are now listening to arrabMUZIK I, I see dead people I, I-I see dead people I, I-I, I see dead people I, I, I see dead people [Royce Da 5'9"] I see different day same sick language You a game, I'm a game of Russian roulette Pain and Kurk Cobain mixed with Bane Drenched in purple rain And I rearrange your prints, cut ya fingers off Mail ‘em to your sons, kindergarten cla** In a Remy Martin gla** note attached sayin Billy, call your dad Signed sincerely, he really caught it bad He clearly could not doubt you The alcoholic induced me in a coma you sweep The hostile you, see murder, my style true Basquiat, Reebok shoe Our guns ain't coming out if we not shooting Yours? Yours is coming out with Detox 2 When we shot, woo, we shock Which one of y'all n***as wanna box the King Cobra? I'll mop ya team sober I'm not stoppin' till they drop me in a box in a mausoleum Sayin': “here lies an artist with an audience broader than Joselyn's shoulders” Hip hop played with the flow, related to poem The greatest to go in, favor Patrone Maybe record a poem with Oprah and played it back for Raven Simone Later n***as! (later n***as) I got a crush on Queen Latifah cuz I had a dream We gotta f** on without the Monie love I'm wyling on these d** It's just me and my team and an obscene amount of girls You can eat our dust, we playing ring around the world [Hook] I said you know, that we are Some crazy (I see dead people) And plus, we know (I-I-I see dead people) That we are (I, I-I, I see dead people) Some crazy (I, I-I see dead people) [Crooked I] Yea, I see ‘em too with my sixth sense They prowling while I'm browsing through your housing With the authority to do you horribly Leave you in 8 sections like fixed rent While your b**h bent over extending my dick's lift Doggystyle literally when she make my co*k expand yo And you barking up the wrong tree again Nothing's three-dimensional, different plain of existence The only role the clairvoyant human being can see me in My theatrics lean, psychiatrics right Like these raps getting ghost-written By somebody psychopathic residing inside of my psyche's attic Inspirin' rap sh** that the coke get in Or it might be acid, constipation No sh** and it might be magic, that's it! Speaking of magic All I need is a package of the Magnums and a thick snow bunny to pull off the illest rabbit in hat trick I'm throwing verbals at you before my circles slapped you Hey, guess what I heard If you anti-snitch it can bring down even the greatest person, that true? I guess so, go ask Joe Paterno statue, uh (Crazy n***a!) The instrumental's looping, I sit in a mental institution With screws loose in my temple, sending you simpleton delusions Confusing your views with simple distribution The lyrics I'm using to abuse you [Hook] [Joell Ortiz] Y'all crazy man, I ain't crazy man, tell them Swayze man They think I'm nuts like a squirrel baby hands Patting the ground, burying my ex-girl's new man's left testicle Next to two stands, yellin' shady fans Starting to rescue range of Anadelle painted grand tans But that ain't the case man, I'm just tryna save fans from the same damn million and 80 grams 3-80 blam bars while I wipe my Ray Ban's sunny cuz they can't mummy I mean rap, y'all get the point like E.T. back in the 80's So ease back when Ortiz rap, it's the Navy, Air Force, Army in my reese pack Then an ABC opposition operative robot Built by the fans who feel yall so not that ill so scream yaowa when your show start Will devour you cowards, firin' rounds from high power go karts Till your entire town's in a shower and the soap drops f**! Like the last nut who s**ed my blow pop Cuz I'm charming and schlong felt like King Kong's arm and I pulled twice Antibiotics, my psychotic is sick Recite The Bible on the toilet cuz my God I'm the sh** Grab my ipod and it skips All you hear is the house like sittin' on Amityville couch sayin' Michael you a b**h see See? Pumping with thorozine, I can't see Sido, e-mail from horror scenes, see C dog Thought I see red people like C.C. Sabathia's scum track Maybe it's a whole bunch of dead people [Hook] [Joe Budden] Wonder why he different from these boys My temperament's annoyed, Sigmund Freud Belligerent on Ritalin and Rory don't Look for a reason, all sentiment is void Oh and pencil when I'm coy when I enter and destroy Watch the tape slow mo and took the stand, face blam Raised my left hand, spit on the Bible as I approached Then grabbed the mic screamed it's over for you roaches We can close this only thing that make me crazy, they can't figure out a motive See I'm bipolar, you minimalize my mental strides Memorize the track enterprises if I've been inside it My eyes flashes meat tenderized My heart will arise If god put my sins aside I swear I'll start genocide My funeral should look like a general died Dog's there, let the kennel inside And they'll say he insane though Me, I'd agree with that claim though Peep my angle, but some would say he is an angel Never gave a f**, druggin' way too many in my state of serenity Keep it, How can man be here the same boat Aint no chokes read Fantasia with the written rainbow Peeing, fleeing, the same clothes It's just 2012, Lou Ferigno, just blow Head in a fish bowl Headed to hell, dipped in crisco And walk over your eclipse, show me where it is You have eaten, turned into Al Green with a phobia of grits I know dudes that never took the fall for they body Skipped childhood perhaps couldn't afford an Atari Record the homie, call Ferrari, try to mawl the real Paul McCartney You mighta thought this out awkwardly Not neurotic, this perpetual And homeboy that ain't saliva, it's last week's Molly residue That demon I carry is heavy So whoever said that's a hard pill to swallow must never met me My new nickname's “Approach With Caution” Owe me money, I resurrect if you approach that coffin Take my kindness for weakness it would be your last error Wrote my thin line between love and hate and mascara Give me gasoline, pliers, cleaver don't forget the wrench More oil on his tongue, easier to get him pitched Slaughterhouse f**, leaves you, you ain't get the hint Basement full of insides, freezer full of ligaments Let that be a warning if you eager to getting rich Gut you n***as whole you Febreeze just to rid the stench Your devoured, work magic with a weapon And I'm as indecisive as D Howard you bleed coward Be certain if you see a guy lurking through your blinds and curtains It's Tyler Durden, and verbal, can't merge and emerge as if it's just artificial insemination Only here for revenge cuz to him it's just ventilation Pissed off and annoyed he was goin' in incineration By a virgin menstuating as a nurse continue racing Truman Show his whole life, watch the demonstration And that's one way of f**in' the world, no penetration Don't know what to make of you The six sense is equal in life form but way more than unbreakable [Outro] The game of the super group is being changed right now, my n***a House gang, that's right pops, let me talk my sh** before we go off Alright pops I guess that's enough sh** talking Ya'know what I mean Y'all know, right?