Artist: Slaughterhouse Album: Welcome To: Our House Song: Frat House Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Eminem] All the ugly people be quiet! {*2X*} [Royce] Wave (ay!) {*7X*} [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"] I got a house full of bitches, niggaz, it is goin down I'ma hold my own, yeah Bitches layin on the floor like it's a crack house Uh, welcome to the frat house Condoms, kegs, liquor, weed, pills I'ma hold my own, yeah Bitches layin on the floor like it's a crack house Uh, welcome to the frat house [Royce Da 5'9"] Your lady's on my dick, you'll probably be mad if you find out I had her skippin biology class Uhh, yeah, you got comedy cash I'm quarter of the Slaughter, half of the dream team, the anomaly Bad Yeah, we here to riot the scene Quiet your entire college up, tie up your dean Uhh, yeah, my Q-Dog's on that step shit I'm 'bout to send a text to my next ex-bitch Yeah, have you on pills, on 'shrooms Have you feelin like "ooh-lah-lah-lah!" Now it's soundin like Lauryn Hill's in your dorm room Spit at me wrong get hit with my new llama! Yeah, it'll knock him out his shoes Droppin mo' niggaz than who droppin outta school Slaughterhouse gang, streamers, confetti The squeamish, had better, get ready - because [Chorus] [Crooked I] LBC, we them Beach boys We don't need your education, we Pink Floyd I'm gettin destroyed I'm gettin oral from a Maury sexy decoy, she on that E boy She pay her tuition with webcams and PayPal School in L.A., she say she from 8 Mile Her pussy hotter than a +Chili Pepper+, I tell her lay down And "give it away, give it away now" Later on she'll be wearin my letterman jacket Reach in your pocket (Mollies) medicine packet Let 'em attack it cause that's my regular tactic Cause that's what let 'em get active, whoever said I'm romantic is wrong, hope you got a powerful chin Cause they say, blowjobs are flowers for men I'ma need about a dozen, go get your guzzlin cousins and your trouser arousers, we whylin again [Chorus] [Joe Budden] + (Joell Ortiz) Uhh, see I'm a on-stage rock star (backstage porn star) Gave my lap top (then I threw her on the armoire) Make it +Red Storm+ when that St. John in you (Brain in the college in Philly, call that +Temple+) Yeahhhh (I like a really huge ass) Bend over, take her to church, now she in +U-Mass+ Scoop my Spelman broad for all-out sex Show her twelve bedrooms, still it's +Morehouse+, left Yeahhh (titty in my left hand) (Drunk as a freshman on his tenth keg stand) Got a sophomore, all jaw, give me drunk head Roommate joined in climbin down from the bunkbed Yeahhhh (matter fact, noooo!) (Yo, I am so, throoooowed) This pill gave me a new demeanor (Chris Reeves graduated, I'm a +Super+ senior) [Chorus]