y'all ready know

yo, yo, yo, this your man royce da 5'9", this your dude crooked i, man, jump off joe beezy, it's joell ortiz, ya'll ready, ya'll ready, y'all ready know, slaughterhouse, little niggas get your weight up fuck y'all, pay up, my bars just as slick as my dick and both stay up, nicer than me, say what? wait up, straight up, i finish niggas right off the bat like a layup, i seen a lot of come, i seen a lot of go, but y'all know where i'm from, b-r double o, you know the rest pimpin', yeah, i was bred different, here come pops with the ny bop, you know, the leg limpin', my ice mug frozen till it's stiff, grimy nigga, might wanna hold onto your bitch, i got a way with women, i faithfully play with women, let 'em suck on this bottle and pray that i throw a baby in 'em, i might just throw 'em a gold fronts, pour up a cup of e & j and light up a dro blunt, i was never soft, never saw me flinchin' when they lettin' off, never had to retaliate cause i set it off, ya'll know my name, bitch, never change up my language, i'm just a rich nigga from a city that's bankrupt, first we take oath, then i'm pulling turquoise strings in my lebron corks in turks and caicos, i came from wicked chair fame wearin' short sets, i learned that money can't buy happiness, but i decided i'd rather do all my cryin' in the corvette, make a dollar, buy a suit, have a child, and have 'em follow suit, wavin' that weatherchange things, make the winter fall, coming through with everything to lose, taking everything from you know, let him finish his fall in his draws, and pray that he land on that minute hand in my hublot, i'm about that art of war gospel, that basquiat picasso drawing a roscoe, using the blood of a usual thug who was told die slow, your money on me, bet it all, you know i'mma set it off, let's skip the small talk and get right to the wealth, truth is i give a fuck, but it's right to myself, fuck fame, keep the shit i write to myself, if what i do is therapeutic, man, the slightest shit helps, made angel dust my freshman year, gave it a try, cool, little did i knew, had the wrong meaning of high school, teachers called him a sociopath and a liar, fuck them, only went to class for the cyphers, now i'm gettin' bills for, the same thinking they tried to prescribe pills for, they said i needed a wrench, i'm a loose screw, vital, suicidal, said i would kill mi amour, wasn't speakin' in french, said i'd let it off, never know who or what you might get, main reason they never want me to set it off, you now dealing with four niggas that's never off, all bets off, so nah, you won't be better off, jewish tats arm on my arm like a semitic boss, egyptian art hanging, uh, that's my kemetic cross, slaughterhouse set it off, even got bitches wavin' our flag, betsy ross, old school chevy, the head is off, decapitated impala, heavy lack from the weight of the llama, still bear arms like a shaven koala, how you thinkin' like a faded neurology student, is prudent when chasin' a dollar, so never mind, a clever rhyme, i'd rather find a better grind, forever times, sittin' behind me because i'm ahead of mine, in this era i'm livin' outside of the paradigm, i'm comin' outside with a pair of dimes, sharon and caroline, share a line then they share a 9 inch, never mind, i probably shouldn't even keep going, cause these rappers keep hoein' with their teeth showing, i set it off,