* This song has two parts:   A. "The cutting edge of hardcore rap; the most innovative stuff    for 1993" -- gangsta parody following the "Classroom" skit   B. Paula Perry introduces the _real_ Slaughtahouse      Part A:      (Yeah... yeah... yeah...)   This is MC Negro   And this is this Ign-ant MC   And this is our new motherfucking single   OUR NEW SHIT   Slaughtahouse   This shit is called Slaughtahouse   Negro! Coming off our last platinum LP   Platinum LP   _Shit's Real Killin' Motherfuckers Dead_   Killin em dead   And this is how we gonna rock shit for the nine-tray      Verse One: MC Negro      Here come the craziest niggaz on earth   Cutthroats, ever since birth   Blood and guts are gonna spill   'cause it's murder murder murder, and kill kill kill   Chainsaw in my holster   Barb-wire rope, and I'll hang ya like a poster   So when I grab my axe you better drop   Cause I'm "swing swing swing, and chop chop chop" in the Slaughtahouse      Yeah, yo Ign-ant MC   Whassup?   Show these niggaz what the dress code is   Aight      Verse Two: Ign-ant MC      Strictly Raiders and Kings gear   Only wear black and I don't know how to act   no more... so come and take a chance and   Mess around with the black Charles Manson   Body parts in the freezer   I'm not Jeffrey Dahmer but I'll slaughta ya momma   So open up the do'   To the Slaughtahouse, so I can kill a little mo'      Outro:      Yeahhh, motherfucker   Yeah!   This is MC Negro   And this the Ign-ant MC   And this shit is real over here, motherfucker, real real   This is the brand new LP, it's called _Brains on the Sidewalk_   Brains on the sidewalk!   And all we wanna do now   Is murder murder murder, kill kill kill      Part B: Paula Perry, Masta Ase      One two, one two   This is Paula Perry and it's a brand new year   Time for the weak-ass, wack-ass   No-skills, negative, anti-everything   MC's to get shut down   They're gettin Slaughta'd!   [Lord Digga] Death to the wack MC's --> repeat 4X   (Welcome to the Slaughtahouse!)   Too many suckas, too many wack records gettin played   Too much money bein made, it's time for the wack to get slayed   Take these suckas to war Ase, take em to war!      It's the jeep (ass niguh), it's the jeep (ass niguh)   Whatcha know about the jeep (ass niguh)   It's the jeep (ass niguh), it's the jeep (ass niguh)   Here we go, with the jeep (ass niguh) (Welcome to the Slaughtahouse!)   Never hear me talking "I could kill a man!!"   Started making records but I'm still a fan   I'll take you down, I break your crown   I make you frown, I wake the town   Tick, check it out tock I rock your whole block   Got the funk dialect in stock   With the boom, bashin, bass drum is smashin   and crashin your bedroom walls, and monster mashin   Dashin, man with the kick, that be flying   Kids don't be trying, this trick cause I'm scien-   -tifical, ninety-nine rappers wanna kill   to sound ill, you couldn't find their brains with a drill   Check it...   *sound of a drill*   [What a funny little house!]   (Welcome to the Slaughtahouse!)      Welcome to my Slaughtahouse, it's like a playpen   Welcome to my Slaughtahouse, there's no escapin   This is the place where freestyling skills   are sharp like axes, and suckas get the chills   Drum is the cash, like the rash you'll be itchin   for the green and, everybody's talking like they're mean and   crazy, oh baby, you're ready, for this yo   Make me, a poster, holdin, a pistol   Then I can be the (man)   I can be the (man)   Cause they see me with the gun in my hand   I, am not, down with the standard   The man did, not do, what every other man did   Candid, just like the man Allen Funts   And there's nothing worse than, a rapper when he fronts   So throw your hands up in the air   If you really don't care   about the next man's life, you get the chair   In the Slaughtahouse   [The price a rapper must pay]      Outro:      Whassup kid you hear that new album _Brains on the Sidewalk_?   Yeah it's FAT right?   Yeah I like that part   MURDER MURDER MURDER, and KILL KILL KILL   Yaknow that's what it's all about   Yeah I'm gonna be just like that when I grow up   You think I ain't?      [Lord Digga]   This is a brand new year for motherfucker's heads to start burstin   Masta Ase, Incorporated   Ase, Lord Digga, Shiloh, Eyceurok, the Brooklynites   And the Floor Builder   Watch your back black man   Your biggest enemy's in the mirror   Long is the road to freedom from self-destruction   The Slaughtahouse, breeds death   Death to the *faggot-ass* average wack MC's   And death of the original man, turned killer man