Back on the Scene

[Intro: Dres] Here we go yo, here we go Pick it up yo, here we go [Hook: Dres] Back on the scene Crispy and clean Back on the scene Crispy and clean Slaughterhouse [Verse 1: Royce da 5’9”] Slaughterhouse family, ridin’ like a taxi And yeah, I’m like Dres, I am like the Black Sheep I just want a gangsta bitch, R.I.P. Apache You sound dry, your legs look a lil ashy You thought what you said was classy But Slaughterhouse been about bread since Freddie Blassie Freddie this ain't saying nasty I’m a rap assassin that's sittin in the Aston That's cleaner then the demeanor on Eddie Haskell Call me the defensive back on the track spit And the slaughterhouse pigskin and you couldn’t put it past me We done been through a whole lot in the past 'Cause niggas bash us for bein’ spazzes Let it be known we’ve never known for bein' average We prime like the Corleone re-enactment! When it comes to talent, we the Jacksons Eat a track we assassins We mean, we back on the scene [Hook: Dres] Back on the scene Crispy and clean Back on the scene Crispy and clean Slaughterhouse [Verse 2: Crooked I] You spend twenties on flowers, me? I put dubs on a Rolls That's why I'm in the club with your hoes What you lookin' hard for? Don’t spill escargot on yourself and get slugs on your clothes We the ones with the flows Who hit em wit’ the dope lines? The answer's right under your nose Whenever hip-hop's falling off the track We pick it up, pick it up, pick it up 'Til we back on the scene, crispy and clean Fix me some whiskey and lean Bitch we the kings Only time your music is fly is when I Use your compact disc as a frisbee to fling I'm a cold young nigga This your ho? Come, get her Cause I'm so done wit her And her whole tongue glitter With the old cum spitter Hit her then slide home, home run hitter [Hook: Dres] Back on the scene Crispy and clean Back on the scene Crispy and clean Slaughterhouse [Verse 3: Joell Ortiz] Yaowa It's a wrap for your team When I get in that ring I put rap in the feign-ing I don’t know what's happening-ing Either I’m getting better or y'all falling off like the sag in my jeans Relaxin’ I’m clean, immaculate lean And goin' my two steps, something fat in between Haters don’t get mad at my dream Opposites attract I’m nice and this track is just mean So I’mma fuck it up, flow Avril Lavigne Olive button up, Bo Jacksons and green Fresh fitted cap on the bean Sorta like a spine on a movie screen Back on the scene Back under the lights like a gat with the beam Back at the register with the plastic machine Back wearing my gold like Magic, Kareem Back in them rap magazines Click! [Hook: Dres] Back on the scene Crispy and clean Back on the scene Crispy and clean Slaughterhouse [Verse 4: Joe Budden] Check it Them rumors you heard about me I refute those The attributes of hoes don’t affect my attitude at all Die from what you told Blood on your new clothes Cause even the biggest fall, Manute Bol What they want, two Glocks with ‘em Be in the box wit’ em Tryna box wit’ em while they got the ox wit em Doctor Oz wit em, whole life’s a rehearsal Cars got the horse power of that Old Spice commercial Silence when the Vets speakin I'm jet skiing wit lesbians You just seein’, wanna just be him In the casino, spendin' petti-cash No worries I’m the same as what you met me as Bitches sayin’ go ahead wit’ your sexy ass Y’all can have my heart, you can get it out this plexiglass Here’s a message to the haters I’ll take money, power and fear, the respect’ll come later [Hook: Dres] Back on the scene Crispy and clean Back on the scene Crispy and clean Slaughterhouse