Another Round On The House lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah Brooklyn
I'm in the booth doin' my Joell Ortiz dance
Ah, ah, ah
Hahaa

[Verse 1: Crooked I]
Ever since I started hanging with Slim Shady, it's making the pigs hate me
They racist as di*k Cheney; scared to shake my hand and like maybe they get rabies
They're angry this sh*ts crazy
So I'm f*cking their hoes, their ladies get mixed babies
I live mainly like a role in a script
Written for somebody who holdin' his di*k
That mean I never let a b*tch play me, ay me?
I'm off beat, stop it Young Buck
You're not hip to the flow fallin' in awkward pockets
Like the small one in top hip dumbf*ck
Teach your class while the speakers blast
New n*ggas out there eatin' ass; bottoms up like they're drinkin' glass
Sinkin' fast, not on no battleship
I'm not on no battle sh*t
I'm the king of spazz, ripping beats in half
The backroom to the cypher, n*gga you name it
For Funk Flex, to weight scale, n*gga you name it
Hey you b*tch n*ggas givin' me hell
Your body lean, when the shotty ring
Like freedom and crack, you're like the Liberty Bell
A 180 spin then he fell
I'm givin' my enemies L's
No disrespect, but I send them to where the Kennedy's dwell
Sick as a Young Ozzy, Osbourne
I's born to be a kamikaze, that's airborne
Pop You like Asti Spumante
Body meet the concrete then I creep, then c*ck beat your auntie in rare form
Lames I never care for 'em
I'm callin' shots from a lawn chair with a air horn
Goin' hard on them hoes
If I sock-her it's part of my goals, call it carnival closed
You've been fair warned
I even put a 187 on your spouse
Like she got aids/sperm on her mouth
That's on the house!

[Verse 2: Demetrius Capone]
Coming unannounced like Kris Kringle, on ya house
Sick as shingles, speaking of shingles, that's on the house
I do misdeeds, nah you missed it, I said deed like I own the house
Then skeet in ya woman mouth, get pre-c*m in her eye and call that a preview
After your woman see me c*mming, she come and see you
I'm out-thinking you without thinking
It's like I failed to signal cause I get over on you without blinking
Who want it with me? You son of a b*tches can come and get me
Just put a 150 bucks on your head, cause you're nothing really
Then I'm finna f*ck your philly, all of a sudden she wanna win me
Over, couldn't win me, if she won an Emmy
Told her she's one of many, n*ggas know this thug is really pimping like Bun and Pimp C
Big like Pun and Biggie
I got a b*tch that got a b*tch, you mad as sh*t
You actin' like a female, dawg, ain't that a b*tch?
I'm robbin' the one percent, robbing Republicans
I leave the tea party bare and call that Koala tea time
See I'm, fly as a mothership
We 2 flies on opposite lumps of sh*t
That mean you not the same fly as me, I'm on some other sh*t
I'm a di*k that's uncut, I come from the hood
Me and the COB father, Crook, is the new Pac and Suge
I don't want sh*t for Christmas, n*gga nah, I'm good
Only thing on my wishlist, is y'all n*ggas would
I'll be there when you fall, pimpin' my fire runs caught y'all slippin'
The law finna be callin' all cars
Aww sh*t, cuz the COB trippin', I ball with All Stars
I'm Jason and y'all just lost in the woods
This what you get when you mix the Slaughterhouse crew with the Shoe Gang, you can call us all a House Shoe