Artist: Slaughterhouse & DJ Drama Album: On the House Song: Where Sinners Dwell Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com {*chainsaws revving and pigs squealing*} [Intro: DJ Drama] Prime example Quality street music, at its finest [Royce Da 5'9"] I'm comin from the depths of the city where sinners dwell We finish frail niggaz with shells from splinter cells When losers win winners fail - I'll cut your nose off to spite your face until you decay, you can't even call your scent a smell Mami draggin a donkey, I pin a tail I been writin so dark and for so long my pen is pale For the money I'll impale your heart with twenty ten-inch nails Put a hole in your racket like I turned your tennis ball into a spinnin snail I laid off they whole flow on my day off, I sprayed off that fo'-fo' And I made off with mo' dough than Madoff, I'm the Adolf, Hitler of this shit bruh No soul, my skeleton sleek; yo' hoe got a hella physique I hope she know I shoot boat loads, bon appetit When she get to this house I'ma spit this out, turn a chicken's mouth to a pelican beak Heartbeat ready, as I get done up, sloppy steady Watch her do it, slob that knob, drop that jaw and watch her come up, Rocsi, Eddie From the, from the, from the depths of the city where sinners dwell... {*4X*} [Crooked I] I'm comin from where sinners dwell - a ghetto American's future is poverty We inherited Lucifer's property, they givin us niggaz hell Choose your philosophy, it's usually hypocrisy Lose your democracy, nobody vote countin in 2012 So my Ruger is watchin me, I move through the monopoly properly And due to this ruthless economy I got shit for sell Our music's anomaly, you dudes are just comedy In lieu of monogamy, your bookie on top of me And I did oh well, all my neighbors heard that vixen yell The way I make that headboard quake, rate my sex on the Richter Scale Put it in a coffin, no pillow talkin, cause all too often a bitch'll tell Only thing left on my pillow was a piece of a weave and some Paul Mitchell liquid gel No rapper's liver, yeah, go back and find her Nigga that mainly spit, crazy shit, Prozac and fiber No rap survivors, nigga, don't act MacGyver When it get real in the field you a meal, no appetizer I'm comin, comin from where sinners dwell, sinners dwell... {*2X*} [Royce Da 5'9"] From the, from the, from the depths of the city where sinners dwell... {*2X*} From the, from the, from the