This is a song about "Slaughterhouse"

While y’all foreplay i punt that, four downs

Yo, my rhymes slaughter you like in the slaughterhouse,

Black fours red drop head doors

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

After i'm done it's gon look like a slaughterhouse.

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

And to this day slaughterhouse, poison arrow bunch,

Pick up my knife and slaughter cops in my own house, pigs everywhere like a slaughterhouse,

Our lyrics attack more savagely than a siberian bloodhound fuck off clowns

From the projects to the penthouse

Cows in the slaughterhouse

Im the souths slaughterhouse dont doubt whatchu aint thought about, i dont bring em

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then