Cut You Loose - Slaughterhouse

It’s like a love-hate relationship

Riding in the Ferrari while takin trips

Compared to beer taking sips

Sitting somewhere in a Camaro with racing strips

Either way you embrace it

Can’t no amount of money or lady replace it

And after all this rhymin'

If I refer to you as a girl niggas’d call this Common

I’m through as a fan

No disrespect to music, I’m talkin to you as a man

How the FUCK is you flossing a Benz?

Listening to this nigga Rick Ross dissing Em?

Jim Jones dissing Jay?

This rap shit done gone a different way (that's right)

I know my lawyers play the lies game

It’s okay for Soulja Boy to say Nas' name?

Nothing but ludicrous answers

The game backwards like dancers

Shooting on the same dancefloor you grew up and answer

To them shooters, now them shooters is dancing

FUCK you too!

You corny so I gotta cut you loose

I looked in my book of rhymes, took the sign

I swear I heard a few of my nigga Crooked lines

I got these A&R's heart racing

Got them in fear of me sonning they flagship artists for spitting

This is bar raisin'

I’m raisin' the bar so far trying to look at it’s equivalent to star gazin'

Think I’d rather be water-boarded (you feel me?)

Than to listen to what y’all recorded (for real G)

Hell no, I will not support it

Rather switch places with the child mom’s aborted (kill me)

My skills be on point like a flying dart

Sometimes I feel like the messiah of a dying art

A whole other animal, not the kind that departed on the giant ark

But a vulture with a lion heart

I eloquently breathe fire

I speak for the Eastsiders like I got a Long Beach speech writer

And I could teach riders how to do they thang

So they won’t ruin the game for coming off lame

We could be birds of a feather, what does it mean?

Think about it, that mean I put you under my wing

Or I’ma leave this hip-hop thing to all you wack dudes

Cut you loose, you’re no good I have to, cut you loose

Call me a hater when I’m tellin the truth (expect it)

SoundScan is unveilin' the proof (respect it)

Here’s somethin you could NEVER dispute

The last time I spit a rhyme the roof fell in the booth (I wreck shit)

Man I feel ruined inside

Somebody tell me what to do, I’m a guy

That loves music but I am truly through with the vibe

Sometimes I wish it was dead, rather than look this stupid alive (word)

I found out I been pursuing a lie

It’s nothing like, what I thought, man the proof’s in the pie

'Cause ain’t no pudding in the hood when niggas shoot to survive

But what’s my single?

Ask dude in the suit and a tie

Who stole the whip, man?

I’m losing my drive

I remember when singles used to have cuts on it

Nowadays the rewind button got mad dust on it

Can’t bring it back if it’s wack, when they come back then it’s crack

I’m fiending for somethin good so I can puff on it

Y’all don’t even give me a buzz

I can’t enjoy a glass of beer if it’s really just suds

Nothing there but the air in y’all heads

Man I’m fed dog, I had it up to HERE (done!)

I’m cutting you loose, fucking abuse

I can’t believe they in your talks when you discussing the truth

These dudes suck and they bad liars

This is not what I expected when I was 11 stepping up in rap cyphers

(What's goin on?) I thought you had to be mad nice

But apparently you could be trash as long as you look good and have ice

I ain’t complaining, I’m just saying though

There’s no reason a musician should wanna watch a television

Instead of be listening to the radio

I’m cutting you loose

Look, I used to dream of just bein' wit’chu

Woulda probably gave whatever to be seen wit’chu

On the block on the scene wit’chu

And the most beautiful thing wit’chu

Is we shared the same passion and I could get cream wit’chu

Not a qualm, not a problem, not a single issue

Then we started arguing, having single issues

Something’s off nowadays, you don’t seem official

SO!

«You're no good I have to cut you loooooose»

I see you with them other artists and it’s sickening

Everything’s changed since we parted, you been different

Do whatever for bread boo when you started tricking

For real though, «You're no good I have to cut you loooooose»

How you could thug me?

If I can’t be me when I’m wit’chu, tell me how could you love me?

(How you) Get so ugly — eat it, beat it, treat it better than niggas

So you still be dying to fuck me, baby don’t interrupt me!

Ain’t complete trying to compete but you judge me

What you really think of me, you disgust me

I 12-step my addict itch

So Method Man, you could have that bitch

But now she got neighbors against me, still her favorite MC

I just hit her hard and she got papers against me

It’s cool;

I get up with you later if meant be

Just text them old heads, tell them mate with they memories