Lyrical Murderers
Slaughterhouse Lyrics


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"This is the life, we gone!" - [Royce Da 5'9"]
"I ain't with the leanin and rockin
That ain't even seen as a option..."

You're nothin without (Focus)
Woo, Long Beach (lay your seats back)
New Jersey (turn your speakers up)
Brook-lyn! Detroit!

[Chorus]
We-we, we lyrical murrrrrrrrrrrderers
Welcome to the Slaughterhouse
(What you talkin 'bout?)
Where we bring them verbal llamas out, bloaw
We-we, we lyrical murrrrrrrrrrrderers
Man, we own these streets
And the freaks they love us
We ain't worried 'bout you fuckers (Slaughterhouse)

Lyrical murderer, blame Rakim
I'm a sniper shootin' my way into your lame top 10
Pistol at your head if I ain't next to Eminem
Then I bust in your face like I'm fuckin' Lil' Kim
Niggaz better pray to the lyrical lord
That I fall off like the umbilical cord before I fill up the morgue
This is how a killer record
With the double-edged triple syllable sword, I'm iller than all
Dineri, see I'm a literary genius
Bury niggaz with words, a cemetery linguist
Most rappers are comedy gold
They like they boyfriend's sodomy hole, they full of SHIT!

Now you could walk through the shadow of death next to that shady street
Where the verbal cocaine business and 80's meet
Where them niggaz is backwards
I'm ridin' with my daughter in the front with the A.K. in the baby seat
We them copycat killers, unleashin' venom
Commit them lyrical murders and then we re-commit 'em
Lyrics be high quality
Bitches be givin' me brain, my dick be deep in they heads like psychology
Independently pennin' the best words that were ever said
The mixture of Leatherhead and Everclear
You can't hide, we everywhere
Now, picture a grizzly standin' next to a teddy bear

[Chorus]

Yeah
Hello hip-hop, I am here, you dyin yeah and I'm aware
A beast so at your wake I'll cry lion's tears
And that's no disrespect to the pioneers
If we ain't who you tryin' to hear
Somethin' either wrong with your eyes and ears
I came in this game screamin' Jers'
Ain't an MC in our lane to try and merge
Try and run with our wave
But I'm cool with bein' Eddie Levert seein' my son on stage
Gun gon' blaze, act up in this joint
And I'ma be Nate Robinson and back up the point
Your run's over, run with us or get run over
I'm here to save this shit, and I brung soldiers

This is lyrical murder
Me and every track have a physical merger
When I stab it in the chest I'ma bit of a curver
So it bleeds to death, like the middle of a unfinished burger
Or sometimes I wrap my hand around his throat
Cause he think his kick is slick or his little snare is dope
Shoot the bass in the face but sometimes I carry a rope
To hang the piano keys when they hittin' every note
I'm what no beat's able to withstand
If you suffer from writer's block and your label got big plans
Listen to this fam
Slide a little dough out that budget, and hire the instrumental hitman





[Chorus]

Overall Meaning

The song "Lyrical Murderers" is a showcase of the lyrical prowess of the Slaughterhouse crew. The song starts with Royce Da 5'9" declaring that they are living the life they sought for, and lean and rock aren't even being considered in their plans. The song then progresses through the vicious verses from each member of the Slaughterhouse. They are delivering killer bars and causing lyrical carnage, hence the title "Lyrical Murderers." They bring the "verbal llamas out" and assert that they rule the streets and are adored by the ladies. They are unfazed by their critics and competitors and proclaim that they are independent thinkers who pen the best words ever said. Each member takes turns to showcase his flow and wordplay, and they end the song with a declaration of intent to dominate the rap game.


The song exudes aggression and confidence and showcases the Slaughterhouse crew's lyrical abilities. They allude to rap veterans like Rakim and promises to continue their legacy. The song portrays the Slaughterhouse crew as a group of talented and gifted rappers, taking their place among the greats of the genre.


Line by Line Meaning

This is the life, we gone!
We're living our best lives and enjoying every moment


I ain't with the leanin and rockin That ain't even seen as a option...
I don't do drugs and I don't consider it a viable option for anyone


We lyrical murrrrrrrrrrrderers Welcome to the Slaughterhouse
We are skilled and deadly rappers, welcome to our group


Where we bring them verbal llamas out, bloaw
We unleash our powerful and impactful lyrics


Man, we own these streets And the freaks they love us We ain’t worried ‘bout you fuckers
We are popular in these streets and among the fans, we don't care about our haters


Lyrical murderer, blame Rakim
Claim me as a lyrical murderer, blame it on the influence of Rakim


I'm a sniper shootin' my way into your lame top 10
I'm a precise and effective rapper who is shooting my way into the top 10 chart


Pistol at your head if I ain't next to Eminem
If I'm not in a group with Eminem, I'll metaphorically shoot my way to the top


Then I bust in your face like I'm fuckin' Lil' Kim
I'll dominate the rap game, just like Lil' Kim was a force to be reckoned with in her time


Niggaz better pray to the lyrical lord That I fall off like the umbilical cord before I fill up the morgue
Rappers better hope that I lose my talent and fade away before I end up killing them all with my deadly rhymes


This is how a killer record With the double-edged triple syllable sword, I'm iller than all
I make great music that is both deadly and complex, it's better than anyone else's


Dineri, see I'm a literary genius Bury niggaz with words, a cemetery linguist
I am a skilled writer and rapper who can destroy anyone with my words


Most rappers are comedy gold They like they boyfriend's sodomy hole, they full of SHIT!
Most rappers are bad and not worth listening to, they're like a joke and full of crap


Now you could walk through the shadow of death next to that shady street Where the verbal cocaine business and 80's meet
You could be in danger near this area where drugs and rap are mixed


Where them niggaz is backwards I'm ridin' with my daughter in the front with the A.K. in the baby seat
The people in this area are not progressive, I'm driving with my daughter and gun to protect us


We them copycat killers, unleashing venom Commit them lyrical murders and then we re-commit 'em
We are the dangerous rappers who copy one another's styles and kill off other rappers in the game


Lyrics be high quality Bitches be givin' me brain, my dick be deep in they heads like psychology
My lyrics are great and women love me, they sexually submit to me like a science experiment


Independently penning the best words that were ever said The mixture of Leatherhead and Everclear
I make the best lyrics and beats all by myself, it's a blend of two great things


You can't hide, we everywhere Now, picture a grizzly standing next to a teddy bear
We're all over the rap game, imagine a deadly rapper (me) standing next to a soft and harmless one


Hello hip-hop, I am here, you dying yeah and I'm aware A beast so at your wake I'll cry lion's tears
I'm announcing my presence in the rap game, it's in trouble and I'm aware, I'm such a powerful force that even my mourning is deadly


And that's no disrespect to the pioneers If we ain't who you tryin' to hear Something' either wrong with your eyes and ears
I'm not disrespecting the old school rappers who came before me, if you don't like us then it's your fault you can't recognize true talent


I came in this game screaming 'Jers' Ain't an MC in our lane to try and merge Try and run with our wave But I'm cool with being Eddie Levert seeing my son on stage
I came into this game representing my city, no one can match our skills, try to keep up but it's okay to enjoy the success of others like Eddie Levert did with his son


Gun gon' blaze, act up in this joint And I'ma be Nate Robinson and back up the point
I'll use my gun to protect myself and back up my friends when we're in trouble, like Nate Robinson did on the basketball court


Your run's over, run with us or get run over I'm here to save this shit, and I brung soldiers
The era of wack rappers is over, join us or get left behind, I'm here to save the rap game and I have an army of skilled rappers to back me up


This is lyrical murder Me and every track have a physical merger
I make deadly and impactful music, me and the beats are a perfect blend


When I stab it in the chest I'ma bit of a curver So it bleeds to death, like the middle of a unfinished burger
When I put my lyrics onto a beat, I shape it into my own and it dies like a half eaten hamburger


Or sometimes I wrap my hand around his throat Cause he think his kick is slick or his little snare is dope
I'll twist a beat to my liking if it's not up to par, I dominate any beat


Shoot the bass in the face but sometimes I carry a rope To hang the piano keys when they hittin' every note
I can destroy a bad beat, but when I find a good one I appreciate and preserve it


I'm what no beat's able to withstand If you suffer from writers block and your label got big plans Listen to this fam
I can take on any beat and make it better, if you're struggling to write music and your label needs hits, listen to me


Slide a little dough out that budget, and hire the instrumental hitman
Invest in good beats, it's worth the extra money to get a hit




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: RYAN MONTGOMERY, JOSEPH ANTHONY BUDDEN, JOELL CHRISTOPHER ORTIZ, DOMINICK WICKLIFFE, BERNARD JR EDWARDS, KENNETH PRATT

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