[Intro:KXNG Crooked]
Oh this bring back memories y'all
Here's what I want you to do
I want y'all to just bar out
For all the Shoe G.A.N.G fans who love lyricism
Rap connoisseurs I present Slaughterhouse Records

[Verse 1:Demetrius]
What if Pac, Em and Rakim had the same mama?
What if Jay and Wayne had the same father?
That's why the Carters got the same last name
What if Big had the same daddy as Kane?
That's what you get when you see me and my brothers n***a
The top five rappers got the same mother n***a
You add my 6th brother and we your palm bearers
We fly as L and X call us lacrosse players
What kinda freak am I?
People hollering bye Felicia
I want Felicia bi
We can try angles and I can eat it like a piece a pie
Or a slice a pizza, she's a meat lover that's TMI
Speaking of pizza your people will beef over cheese
Now your circles divided by pie, the reason why
This rap game is the blind leading the blind
But when I rhyme ain't no seeing I, dog
No don't even try
I twist your cap open like a jar, you didn't hear me
I twist your cap open like a jar
This C.O.B I bang a set like azar
Come hard as my obelisk in berthheru, that's a bar
If you don't know that, that shit hard
I'm taking your black card
You can live off your mastercard
You can raise the bar but I'll pass the bar like I practice law
This shit is raw, backwards y'all
Yo I'm from the streets though
Shoot the tec like a free through
Where they argue who the best MC from the beach though
Crooked, Snoop, Tray Deee or Debo?
My bitches heroin high, fly as a superhero
[Verse 2:Julius]
Ah, Shoe G.A.N.G we back at it homie
Mobber mentality, I gat passion that exactly matches Kobe's
Your girl askin' for me, I'mma have her blow me, saxophone me
You said she the realest n***a she ever fucked with
Until your girl interrupted like Angie Jolie
She said you cappin' homie, baseball hat emoji
You did the holy matrimony
I just fuck her while she hold the mattress moaning
You know the baddies want me, I know
You n***as mad but don't come at me homie
The full metal jacket turn your frontal lobe into ravioli
I ain't rich I never had a roley
But you can bet we still shoppin' I'm in Beverly Hills
Coppin' like I'm Axel Foley
It's no chorus, just check the speakers
Internet gonna still love you with no hook, we use the net to fish with
Right rhymes I'm getting head from women
Keep something bad on my head like pessimism
I called Hopsin and told him it's all love
We would just spar with bars, our records dissin' was just exhibition
When it come to wisdom, I'm that words definition
Wisdom gave me three eyes like the word definition
Unsealed freedom, I'm a radical black thinker
Shout out T.Mallory and other [?] black leaders
My spirit been here since the stinks had black features
Been here since this land mass was Pangea
Gee, uh we tryna be the hardest n***as out
Carve a different route
Fuck chasing artificial clout
Call them n***as out, who want smoke
N***a weed code, get to steppin' with that Tommy
Like Mark kicked us out
[Verse 3:Kenny]
Here we go again, need no one to hold the door I'm going in
Post it in, blow windows your focus like a scoper's lense
Grenade, I'm explosive when I hold the pen, no offense
Most your foes are bogus, hope to one day hocus pocus them
I'm gonna win, no drama I'm only zen but ferocious when
Brody loaded off that coke and gin, then
If an opponent really do want it then he as wrong as sin
Choke his throat with rope and throw him overboard with broken shins
Rap god in the eyes of men, I get busy like LA traffic at 5pm
If I could be locked up for how often I be on the clock
That would have been time and time again
Cats know that I'll be on top like snapple backs
I can't stand y'all cause backbones these cats don't have
Y'all raps so trash, these rappers ain't the same
I'mma lay you face up in front of a train, now you back on track
If you wanna bring the drama, bring your cousin, bring your mama
I wanna fry you in front of your family like Benihana
A heavyweight fighter in these streets a Benihana
Ken is honestly one of the masters in this genre
Close to my goal like Shaq inside the pen
Call my next car Steph Curry
Pull up with that kind of range
A baller on that grind for change
Groupies won't get two quarters, I don't have time for games
K-E double N with I
My n***as holding weight like they on standby
Your shit loud, mine amplified
I'm high on graft but I won't moa' like my grass is high
Rap with a dope style, other rappers don't know how
Saying that gat crack but it's stepped on
Pretty sure your mamas back should be broke now
Gat a lyrical gat and it go blaow