Another Round On The House

[Intro] Yeah Brooklyn I'm in the booth doin' my Joell Ortiz dance Ah, ah, ah Hahaa [Verse 1: Crooked I] Ever since I started hanging with Slim Shady, it's making the pigs hate me They racist as Dick Cheney; scared to shake my hand and like maybe they get rabies They're angry this shits crazy So I'm fucking their hoes, their ladies get mixed babies I live mainly like a role in a script Written for somebody who holdin' his dick That mean I never let a bitch play me, ay me? I'm off beat, stop it Young Buck You're not hip to the flow fallin' in awkward pockets Like the small one in top hip dumbfuck Teach your class while the speakers blast New niggas out there eatin' ass; bottoms up like they're drinkin' glass Sinkin' fast, not on no battleship I'm not on no battle shit I'm the king of spazz, ripping beats in half The backroom to the cypher, nigga you name it For Funk Flex, to weight scale, nigga you name it Hey you bitch niggas givin' me hell Your body lean, when the shotty ring Like freedom and crack, you're like the Liberty Bell A 180 spin then he fell I'm givin' my enemies L's No disrespect, but I send them to where the Kennedy's dwell Sick as a Young Ozzy, Osbourne I's born to be a kamikaze, that's airborne Pop You like Asti Spumante Body meet the concrete then I creep, then cock beat your auntie in rare form Lames I never care for 'em I'm callin' shots from a lawn chair with a air horn Goin' hard on them hoes If I sock-her it's part of my goals, call it carnival closed You've been fair warned I even put a 187 on your spouse Like she got aids/sperm on her mouth That's on the house! [Verse 2: Demetrius Capone] Coming unannounced like Kris Kringle, on ya house Sick as shingles, speaking of shingles, that's on the house I do misdeeds, nah you missed it, I said deed like I own the house Then skeet in ya woman mouth, get pre-cum in her eye and call that a preview After your woman see me cumming, she come and see you I'm out-thinking you without thinking It's like I failed to signal cause I get over on you without blinking Who want it with me? You son of a bitches can come and get me Just put a 150 bucks on your head, cause you're nothing really Then I'm finna fuck your philly, all of a sudden she wanna win me Over, couldn't win me, if she won an Emmy Told her she's one of many, niggas know this thug is really pimping like Bun and Pimp C Big like Pun and Biggie I got a bitch that got a bitch, you mad as shit You actin' like a female, dawg, ain't that a bitch? I'm robbin' the one percent, robbing Republicans I leave the tea party bare and call that Koala tea time See I'm, fly as a mothership We 2 flies on opposite lumps of shit That mean you not the same fly as me, I'm on some other shit I'm a dick that's uncut, I come from the hood Me and the COB father, Crook, is the new Pac and Suge I don't want shit for Christmas, nigga nah, I'm good Only thing on my wishlist, is y'all niggas would I'll be there when you fall, pimpin' my fire runs caught y'all slippin' The law finna be callin' all cars Aww shit, cuz the COB trippin', I ball with All Stars I'm Jason and y'all just lost in the woods This what you get when you mix the Slaughterhouse crew with the Shoe Gang, you can call us all a House Shoe