Artist: Slaughterhouse f/ Busta Rhymes Album: Welcome To: Our House Song: Coffin Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Busta Rhymes] Slaughterhouse, Busta Bust Somebody better hurry up and find the nearest fuckin exit Joe Budden, c'mon! [Joe Budden] Yo, 'bout to barge our way through, they wouldn't open the door First time high, they couldn't know it was raw Would die if you smoked it, too potent to snort If you think by the bar you'd probably choke on a thought (WHAT UP! WHAT UP! WHAT UP!) Speed-dial a coroner Done with subliminals, now I'm talkin to all of ya Tryin my patience, wearin it thin I put my prints on your heart without piercin the skin, again (WHAT UP! WHAT UP! WHAT UP!) I only need knuckles Tell him to travel safe then make his knees buckle 'Fore they love you they gotta hate you They say that real recognize real, dawg we can spot fake too [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Y'all know what it is, cause we do it often Caught another body, buy another coffin (WHAT UP! WHAT UP! WHAT UP!) Buy another coffin! (WHAT UP! WHAT UP! WHAT UP!) Buy another coffin! We burn shit down, blowtorch scorchin Slaughterhouse bitch! Buy another coffin (WHAT UP! WHAT UP! WHAT UP!) Buy another coffin! (WHAT UP! WHAT UP! WHAT UP!) Buy another coffin! [Joell Ortiz] Knick-knack paddy-wack, Yaowa want a bone Click-clack, acrobat a coward with the chrome Purchase another casket, I'm murderin ya bastards My Desert Eagle's a bird, dirty lil' ratchet Loser ponder ya when a hollow wan' touch ya Screamin "WOO HAH!!" when I +Busta Bust+ ya I dress my baby up, she got a custom muffler She be like "pyoo-pyoo," you be like "uh-uh-uh-uh" Then you lean with it, then you drop with it Next time I tell you shoot, put a sock in it (What up! What up! What up!) Act calm chief We Sas-squash beef, Big-foot up your butt, shut up [Chorus] [Crooked I] The most beautifulest thing in this world are the funerals I bring to this world (What up, what up, what up) Gimme the beat I'ma body it John Gotti it, Crooked probably body the audience (What up, what up, what up) Then I'm tryin to find a whore Dick in that vagina like I'm minin for diamonds or I'm tryin to find China or some kind of dinosaur Tryin to score like Kentucky in the Final Four Yeah, you niggaz still wussy My gun is my other dick cause it kill pussies I'm hood, you good? I'm just checkin homie Still +Hammer Dancin+, two-steppin with my weapon on Weapon on, weapon on, weapon on, weapon on me [Chorus] [Royce Da 5'9"] I said if I ain't fuckin wit'chu you can suck a short-for-Richard until you hiccup, hiccup, need I say - more? Listenin to a free beat by Dre in some free Beats by Dre - or Tell my attorney to cook it and eat it; I'm playin catch with the body of Bernie from "Weekend at Bernie's" with Crooked this evenin I'm up in y'all spot with Jersey Joe Walcott and Brooklyn Ortiz Just please give us a reason (WHAT UP! WHAT UP! WHAT UP!) Fuck all the singin I'm about to be a rich nigga and waste the whole last bar screamin You ready? {*screams*} Hook [Chorus] [Outro: Royce] Yeah, what's up world? Y'all hear us now? Ha ha We here, you ready? {*screams*}