Club Slaughterhouse (skit)

The altar better save me now Got my hormones in extra drive And crashed into her slaughterhouse Track field in the back to water down Who's getting spaghetti sauce spilled on his white shirt? I'm asking if anyone Moving up in the chain is African Only 17 had to settle with thoughts of wifeing her She was 1 year older Still see the life in her That's alarming till my wrist got colder Fell in love with ideas my nigga who's passing us She knew my history before the listerine drought And battle scars My ex girl lived in another town Rosebearers, her friends can't watch the the flix till she goes there... 'Fore I'm off the chips And you don't even need to be thinking that I'm the type to get mad and slit my wrist Had to get even back Drove the car into the pavement Time paradox She on leg lock Suffering from success My gambling habit's a party prop Left the casino promised the stripper that she's the last stop But who's got the keys to this Black box Finally drove out the club But used to call it her dads spot Oh (Wait) I'm tripping... I'm tripping I'm tripping