Our House
Slaughterhouse feat. Eminem Skylar Grey Lyrics


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I wanna be the best who ever did it
Don't know if that goal is feasible, or it isn't
But if it is then God, if you're listenin'
Please grant me the strength to crush all competition
You can't blame me for dreaming, I'm a dreamer
And if I'm coming off brash please forgive me
But, that's all I want
I just wanna be the illest MC (That's all I want)
The same time being as real as can be
Mayhem, sickness, murder, horror
These are the kind of words that describe my aura
G Rap, Ras Kass, Kurupt
Redman I am cut from that cloth
Write a rhyme about me, you a dead man
Cool J, I'm Bad video
Learned the whole routine and performed it for my father's friends
While they smoked and drank
Symphony, D.O.C. inspired me to write what
Would eventually put me on airplanes like B.o.B
Canibus, Wu-Tang, you know our history but hats off
When we rap this Jack Frost we outline the track chalk
Thank God for the one-two cadence
Thank God for the lunchroom tables
I'm trying to be the sickest nigga, dead or alive
And if I happen to fall short, it's been one hell of a ride
Chronic 1 and 2, looking up at the sky at the sun
Up until the day the sun is you
You listening to hip-hop, you in Jay's house
Wayne's house, Nas' house
Em's house, Our House

So welcome, to our house
Where no one, comes back out
You won't find, comfort
In here, in here, in here

When I was a little boy I wanted to be a rapper
Wanted to be on the radio and snapping pictures after
And so I grabbed my pen and pad and scribbled chitter chatter
It started off wack
But in the words of a ten year old, my shit was getting phatter
I hit the studio at 16, stupid ill
Not knowing how the booth would feel, what's ADAT's and two inch reel
How you ad-lib? What's a punch? I ain't a boxer
But I sure enough learned the ropes, look D and Mike you made a monster
Now everyday's a game of Contra, I got 99 men
An infinite amount of rounds inside this mighty fine pen
This is my dream, don't fuck with it, I'm telling you
Cause anyone can get dusted as long as production is available
I'm disgusted as a fan, look how niggas sounding, damn
Weak head, ya'll suck bad, fuck swag and your kicks from South Japan
I'm finna to be the best in this profession
I've been invested all my life, so wipe your feet before you step in
Our house

So welcome, to our house
Where no one, comes back out
You won't find, comfort
In here, in here, in here

I wanna be the best who ever did it
Don't know if that goal is feasible, or it isn't
But if it is then God, if you're listenin'
Please grant me the strength to crush all competition
You can't blame me for dreaming, I'm a dreamer
And if I'm coming off brash please forgive me
But, that's all I want

I just wanna be the illest MC (That's all I want)
The same time being as real as can be

Yo, in my house, the lights out
No utilities in the facilities
Feeling my life's 'bout, to wipe out
These feelings I'm feeling be killing me
I pull the mic out, can't strike out
Cause if winning is really my enemy
I pull a nine out, blow my mind out
Is the end of me really serenity?
Man in my house, it's rap or die
Get a piece of that apple pie
Life is a Pharcyde song, and that bitch just passes by
So I, got lyrically complex, that way I could clock checks
Get my moms out the projects, with these concepts, competition can't digest
And then I stress cause the road is rough
I start feeling like shit's sour
The electricity in my will power could still power the twin towers
For ten hours, so send cowards
The message from Crooked I
Royce Da 5, Joe Budden, Em, Yaowa

In our, house we spit like Sig Sauers
The way I feel now I could spit for six hours
Straight, only way to be great, is to dig down,
If you can hear this sound inside my head sounds like a fucking drive-by
That's what the inside of my mind's like
Looking back on my career, even hindsight, tunnel vision, 5 mics
Never wanted that so bad well I got-ta go mad
Nomad with a notepad
Go Taz, spaz on these ho bags
That bother me, but I never wanna show that
Just don't act like it ever does
Even though you know that there will never come
A day someone blows past you, never was
Someone who's as dope as you ever was
And you hope that's, true cause the competitor in you
Couldn't let somebody be better than you
And you know that, so you don't ever hold back
What you gonna go back, to working a regular job?
Fuck that, I'm gonna go hard grab on my, gonads
Tell them fuck themselves
They call me a wigger like Renee Zell
But I raised hell like a stay-at-home dad
Rap is the only thing that I was ever really, bad to the bone at
Guess I'm similar to, gangrene when I'm, angry then I'm
Hulk Smash, so much passion but no compassion
If eyes are the windows to the soul
Then it's, broken glass and there's no trespassing
Alright now here we go
Dre stamped me now I'm stamping Yelawolf
Get ready for the most competitive
Clique in the world it's like Clash Of The Titans
I released the cracker it's time to set it again
And when it's said and it's all done
None shall ever fuck with this squadron
So come on in, at your own risk
This is (Our House) Bitch!

So welcome, to our house
Where no one, comes back out




You won't find, comfort
In here, in here, in here

Overall Meaning

The song “Our House” is a collaboration between Slaughterhouse, Eminem, and Skylar Grey. The lyrics revolve around the theme of being the best in the rap game and maintaining a strong and competitive attitude towards other rappers. The first verse talks about wanting to be the best and asking God for the strength to crush competition. The second verse is more personal, taking a trip down memory lane and discussing the journey from a young boy aspiring to become a rapper to making a successful career out of it. The third verse mentions the dark and intense thoughts that sometimes cloud the mind while striving to stay on top of the game.


The use of figurative language, such as metaphors and similes, is the most notable feature of the lyrics. Creative comparisons and analogies are employed throughout the song to enhance the meaning and create imagery. A strong emphasis on rhyming and wordplay is also evident. The chorus, sung by Skylar Grey, is a haunting refrain that adds to the overall sense of suspense and intensity in the song.


Overall, “Our House” is a powerful song that delves into the psyche of rappers and the competitive world they inhabit. It showcases the talent of all the artists involved and their ability to blend their styles seamlessly.


Line by Line Meaning

I wanna be the best who ever did it
I have the desire to become the greatest in this field


Don't know if that goal is feasible, or it isn't
I'm not sure if achieving this goal is possible or not


But if it is then God, if you're listenin'
In case it is possible, I ask for God's support


Please grant me the strength to crush all competition
I request the strength to outperform and surpass all rivals


You can't blame me for dreaming, I'm a dreamer
I shouldn't be criticized for having aspirations and ambitions


And if I'm coming off brash please forgive me
If my confidence appears arrogant, I apologize


But, that's all I want
To achieve greatness in this field is my sole desire


I just wanna be the illest MC (That's all I want)
My only wish is to become the greatest rapper


The same time being as real as can be
While pursuing greatness, I aim to stay true to myself


These are the kind of words that describe my aura
Mayhem, sickness, murder, and horror encapsulate my essence


Redman I am cut from that cloth
I possess the same qualities and style as Redman


Write a rhyme about me, you a dead man
If someone disrespects me in a song, they will face dire consequences


Learned the whole routine and performed it for my father's friends
I memorized and showcased a rap routine to my dad's acquaintances


Thank God for the one-two cadence
I express gratitude for the rhythmic flow of my rap


Thank God for the lunchroom tables
I appreciate the lunchroom tables where I honed my rap skills


I'm trying to be the sickest nigga, dead or alive
My objective is to become the most talented and respected rapper, regardless of life or death


And if I happen to fall short, it's been one hell of a ride
If I don't achieve my goal, at least I can say my journey has been incredible


Up until the day the sun is you
I will persist in pursuing greatness until the end of my existence


You listening to hip-hop, you in Jay's house
If you appreciate and listen to hip-hop, you are metaphorically inside Jay's house, symbolizing the genre's influence


So welcome, to our house
Welcome to the world of hip-hop and our collective


Where no one, comes back out
Once you enter this world, it's difficult to leave


You won't find, comfort
This world doesn't offer solace


In here, in here, in here
Within this realm of hip-hop


When I was a little boy I wanted to be a rapper
Since childhood, I aspired to become a rapper


Wanted to be on the radio and snapping pictures after
I desired to have my music played on the radio and gain recognition


And so I grabbed my pen and pad and scribbled chitter chatter
I started writing random words and phrases on my notebook


But in the words of a ten year old, my shit was getting phatter
Even at a young age, I believed my rhymes were improving


I hit the studio at 16, stupid ill
At 16, I entered the recording studio with great skills


Not knowing how the booth would feel, what's ADAT's and two inch reel
I lacked knowledge about recording equipment, like ADAT's and two inch reel


How you ad-lib? What's a punch? I ain't a boxer
I was unfamiliar with techniques like ad-libbing and punching in while recording


But I sure enough learned the ropes, look D and Mike you made a monster
With guidance from D and Mike, I became a formidable artist


Now everyday's a game of Contra, I got 99 men
Every day feels like the challenging video game Contra, where I have numerous lives


An infinite amount of rounds inside this mighty fine pen
My pen seems to have limitless ammunition and creativity


This is my dream, don't fuck with it, I'm telling you
My rap career is my ultimate aspiration, and I won't tolerate any interference


Cause anyone can get dusted as long as production is available
In the rap industry, anyone can get overshadowed if better production is accessible


I'm disgusted as a fan, look how niggas sounding, damn
As a hip-hop fan, I'm appalled by the lackluster quality of some artists' music


Weak head, ya'll suck bad, fuck swag and your kicks from South Japan
You all have weak mindsets and lack talent; I despise your sense of fashion and your sneakers from South Japan


I'm finna to be the best in this profession
I'm determined to become the greatest in this field


I've been invested all my life, so wipe your feet before you step in
I have dedicated my entire life to this, so show respect when entering my realm


Yo, in my house, the lights out
In this realm of hip-hop, darkness prevails


No utilities in the facilities
The facilities lack the necessary resources and support


Feeling my life's 'bout, to wipe out
I sense that my life is on the verge of being destroyed


I pull the mic out, can't strike out
I grab the microphone and refuse to fail


Cause if winning is really my enemy
If success poses a threat to me


I pull a nine out, blow my mind out
I resort to extreme measures, even risking my own mental well-being


Is the end of me really serenity?
Would my demise provide true peace and tranquility?


Man in my house, it's rap or die
In my realm, one must either succeed in rap or face ruin


Get a piece of that apple pie
I strive to attain a share of success and wealth


Life is a Pharcyde song, and that bitch just passes by
Life is fleeting, similar to the transient nature of a Pharcyde song


I got 99 men
I have numerous opportunities and chances


An infinite amount of rounds inside this mighty fine pen
My creativity and skill seem boundless


This is my dream, don't fuck with it, I'm telling you
My dream of rap success must be respected and not hindered


Cause anyone can get dusted as long as production is available
With better production, anyone can be outshined and forgotten


I'm disgusted as a fan, look how niggas sounding, damn
As a rap fan, I'm deeply disappointed by the poor quality of some artists


Weak head, ya'll suck bad, fuck swag and your kicks from South Japan
You all lack talent and have terrible taste in fashion, especially your sneakers from South Japan


I'm finna to be the best in this profession
I am determined to become the top artist in this field


I've been invested all my life, so wipe your feet before you step in
I have devoted my entire life to this craft, so show respect when entering my territory


Welcome to our house
You are now entering our hip-hop collective and community


Where no one comes back out
Once you enter this world, it's challenging to leave


You won't find comfort
This realm doesn't provide solace or ease


In here, in here, in here
Within the confines of this hip-hop community


So welcome, to our house
We invite you to the world of hip-hop and our collective


Where no one, comes back out
Once you enter this world, it becomes difficult to escape


You won't find, comfort
This community lacks the comfort and ease you seek


In here, in here, in here
Within this realm of hip-hop


I just wanna be the illest MC (That's all I want)
My sole desire is to become the most skilled and talented rapper


The same time being as real as can be
While striving for greatness, I also aim to stay authentic and true to myself


In our house we spit like Sig Sauers
Within our realm, our rap skills are as potent and impactful as Sig Sauer handguns


The way I feel now I could spit for six hours
I feel so inspired and passionate that I could rap continuously for six hours


Only way to be great is to dig down
To achieve greatness, one must delve deep within themselves


If you can hear this sound inside my head sounds like a fucking drive-by
The thoughts in my mind are as intense and overwhelming as a violent drive-by shooting


That's what the inside of my mind's like
The inner workings of my mind are chaotic and intense


Looking back on my career, even hindsight, tunnel vision, 5 mics
Reflecting on my rap career, I had unwavering focus and received top ratings from critics


Never wanted that so bad well I got-ta go mad
I desired success in rap to such an extent that it drove me to madness


Nomad with a notepad
I am a wanderer, always carrying my notebook to write rhymes


Go Taz, spaz on these ho bags
I unleash my anger and energy on mediocre artists


That bother me, but I never wanna show that
Although these artists annoy me, I prefer not to reveal my emotions


Just don't act like it ever does
Don't pretend that their mediocrity doesn't affect me


Even though you know that there will never come
Despite knowing that there will never be


A day someone blows past you, never was
A day when someone surpasses me is nonexistent


Someone who's as dope as you ever was
Someone who is as skilled and talented as me


And you hope that's true cause the competitor in you
You hope this is true because your competitive nature won't accept anything less


Couldn't let somebody be better than you
You couldn't allow someone to outshine you


And you know that, so you don't ever hold back
You are aware of this and never hesitate to showcase your skills


What you gonna go back to working a regular job?
What's the point of returning to a normal job?


Fuck that, I'm gonna go hard grab on my, gonads
No, I refuse that option; instead, I'll give my all and take control


Tell them fuck themselves
I dismiss and defy those who doubt me


They call me a wigger like Renee Zell
They insultingly label me as a white person who emulates black culture, like Renee Zellweger


But I raised hell like a stay-at-home dad
However, I cause trouble and make waves like an assertive stay-at-home father


Rap is the only thing that I was ever really, bad to the bone at
Rap is the only pursuit where I have displayed true talent and proficiency


Guess I'm similar to, gangrene when I'm, angry then I'm
When I'm angered, I can be as destructive and infectious as gangrene


Hulk Smash, so much passion but no compassion
I have immense passion and intensity, but little empathy


If eyes are the windows to the soul
If one's eyes reveal their true thoughts and emotions


Then it's, broken glass and there's no trespassing
Then my eyes resemble shattered glass, warning others not to intrude


Alright now here we go
Now, we are ready to proceed


Dre stamped me now I'm stamping Yelawolf
Dr. Dre gave me his approval, and now I endorse and support Yelawolf


Get ready for the most competitive
Prepare for the most fierce and intense competition


Clique in the world it's like Clash Of The Titans
Our collective is like a clash of titans, with each member highly competitive


I released the cracker it's time to set it again
I have unleashed my skills and now it's time to demonstrate them again


And when it's said and it's all done
When everything is finished and concluded


None shall ever fuck with this squadron
No one will be able to challenge or defeat our group


So come on in, at your own risk
You are welcome to join, but be aware of the potential consequences


This is (Our House) Bitch!
This is our domain and we are in charge




Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, THE ADMINISTRATION MP, INC.
Written by: RYAN MONTGOMERY, ALEXANDER JUNIOR GRANT, JOELL CHRISTOPHER ORTIZ, H HAFFERMAN, DOMINICK WICKLIFFE, MARSHALL B III MATHERS

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@mr.knowbuddy2149

Underestimated
Uneducated
Belly aching
A mess but I confess
The rest later
could never get a payday for
My candy bars maybe I should break them off like a kit kat and give myself a break and save face
But like an open lot
I'll address it later
A feather weight
Fighting heavy weights
But ready for when the levy breaks
I'm pretty petty... great
I found a pretty penny at the bottom of crystal lake and took it from jason, then he started chasing me and now I'm escaping, been 30 years and I'm still looking behind my shoulder like its still the day I became scared and stayed aware of the lions tigers and bears, and I cant bear arms like I'm afraid of a bang not from a shot gun just blowing out someone's brains sounds not fun , its quite clear I havent moved on, face it I'm wasted on vacation, funny to say this but like Chevy chase I always hated the way these family orientations went, drives me crazy cause we are all a victim of manipulation, sometimes the victims turns into suspect once they lose their innocence but I'll never lose my shit again, when it comes to fuck ups I got one left



@mr.knowbuddy2149

She wanna see the future but maybe the truth will still be in the distance but I didnt wanna admit the truth so I kept it hidden and someday you gotta get those skeletons out your closet and rid them but riddle me this how many bodies can you fit in when you keep digging a hole so deep the whole world could fit in
Cause when I'm in this bitch of a world I just feel em slip in
The darkness
Spark this shit then
I'm different
Cut from a different cloth
Momma was an entrepreneur and poppa was gone
All I got is mom's and a song
Plus my bro what you got
I fight for nothing some nights
I remember when I wanted to be dark knight
Then it went from trying to stunt
To falling flat on my face
Not cause I wanted to but sometimes when
Cops point theirs guns at you
You gonna play the odds if their is 15 dudes and one
Of them isnt cued
Or his clock was ticking right
I'd be screwed
But I still didn't learn my lesson cause I woke up the hospital
A month later
Alcohol poisoning
Also known as dumb behavior
I'm not a savior but I wanted to save you
But I gotta save me first and I wish I became true from birth
Sometimes I don't know if I flirt with death or if death is like a curtain and it's just been closing but
No one sees it from the surface my pain is like a furnace it burns me from within
I'm sick of these lines, It tears me up inside up like cocaine



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@cml3705

“So come on in, at your own risk. This is our house, BITCH.” Gives me chills every time.

@danielthespaniel4

Songs like this come around once in a generation

@ethanee688

say no more

@luisolmos3586

Dam straight

@melisaeveleth4326

Daniel Connolly MN

@MrSasa033

Facts fam

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@apretrogaming1041

This song exemplifies Ems change of style from the recovery days to what he shifted to today with the insane rhyme schemes and double/triple entendres. I remember hearing his verse on this and not immediately enjoying the scheme but now ive learned to love it🔥🔥

@crunchtimewithcetshwayo4933

Skylar Grey's chorus just completes this song. She just knows house to goosebump a song.

@Peaceful_Vegan_Warrior

Crooked I interview with em just brought me here. Em was right. Crooked killed it and his flow and rhyme scheme was off the hook.

@emgo-at7398

Yeah bro, em and crooked went LOCO on this bro

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