Loud Noises Lyrics – Eminem

Loud Noises Lyrics – Eminem
Song Details:
Song: Loud Noises
Artist: Eminem
Album: Hell The Sequel
Released: 2011
Genre: Hip-Hop/Rap

Loud Noises Lyrics

Life Handed Me Lemons
I Jump Back In The Public Eye
And Squirted Lemon Juice In It
By Now You Just Wish Id
Fucking Die But I Electrify
Get Electrocuted Executed
By An Executioner Of My Flow
Too Quick For The Human
Eye To Detect Zooming By
Guess Who Whats Happening Guys?
They Told Me To Shit
I Fell Off That Pot
Hopped Right Back Up On
That Crapper And I
Said “Fuck It” With A Capital I
Look Whos Back To Antagonize

You Dont Like It? You Can Eat
Shit Fuck Off Little Fagot And Die
You Right Back Like A Maggot
On My Dick Grabbing At My Shit
Better Get To The Back Of The Line
You Wanna Get Your Shot
At Me What Kinda Crap Is That
Battle What Kind Of Rapper
Would I Be Before I Let
Another Rapper Think Hes Hot
Ill Bury My Face In His
Stinky Twat And Go Ala La La La
Girl My Head Space Is Limited
Aint Even Room In The Back Of My Mind
Thats Why I Aint Thinking About You
I Dont Got Time And I
Told You A Thousand Times
So How Can I Find The
Time To Put An Alkaline Battery
In Royces Back And At
The Same Time Put Juice In Mine?
Goddamnit Slaughterhouse Is Signed
Slaughterhouse!

Im A Menace Villain My Pen
Is Sitting Spilling My Lyrics Killing
Then I Let You Witness
Shit When It Hit The Ceiling
The Niggas Willing To Give
The Listeners The Sickest Feeling
Like Mixing Some Benadryl And Penicillin
Then Im Filling The Clip With A Written
Can You Picture My Pistol Drilling?
A Million Women And
Children When Im Illing
But It Isnt Real Its A Rap
On The Real Its A Wrap
How Could You Possibly Stop The Apocalypse
When Im Atomic Bombing The Populous
Shock The Metropolis Hostile As A Kid
Popping The Glock At
His Moms And His Pops
Then He Hops In His Drop With His
Ipod Rocking The Slaughterish
Documentation And Lyrics
I Write With Confidence
Write Like A Columnist Slash Novelist
Im In This Game To Demolish
Establish My Dominance
Over Prominent Rappers You
Popping Shit Till You Opposite
I Can Spit Ominous So Spit Politics Now
Im Haile Selassie Gandhi
And Pac Of This Hip Hop Genre
Bitch!

Slaughterhouse!
Lyrically Im A Cocaine Altoid
Ability Told Brain Its A No Brain Bout Boy
Physically Im Literally A Cocaine Cowboy
Wait Wait Did I Just Go Almost Four Bars
Without Talking About My Big Dick?
The Other Day Me And Your Thick
Bitch Had A Great Day And We Ate Cake
And Then We Walked And Then She
Tried To Jack Me Off But She Lost
Cause She Couldnt Handle
My Shit Wait I Sweared
Irony Of Ryan Is I Am Bipolar
While Im Rhyming Standing
Beside A Big Old White Bear
Neither One Of Us Fight Fair
You Are Literally Looking
At Woody And Wesley In A Movie
With A White Boy Aint Got To
Jump No Where Cause Im Here
Nigga Im On Fire Yeah And
Im Every Bitchs Dream
One Two Im Coming For You Im
A Big Old Big Old Nightmare!
Nigga This The Slaughter Stepping Up
Ill Pretty Much Slap Your Ass
And Tell You To Shut The Fuck Up
After That Ill Slap Your Ass Again
And Tell You To Shut The Fuck Up Shutting Up
And Thats How You Body A Fucking Beat
Slaughterhouse!
I Should Be The One That Goes Slow
Get A Stopwatch Clock My Flow
Hit The Button On Top Watch The Drug Drop
O O Dot Dot O Yaowa
When I Drop I Go Outer Space
Blackout Like Darth Vaders Face
Placed In A Molten Shower
Say Something And Get Them Proper
Mama Poppa Pouring Out Vodka
Mama Mia Em Pass Me The Seeds
Its A Disease Thats In
The Slaughterhouse Casa
Better Jet Boy Go Home Better
Yet Boy G Four Chrome
Better Jet Boy Mark Sanchez Santanio Holmes
Im Not Just Any Old Homeboy
Sitting In A Lab Picking Up A Pad
I Be Spitting Bad Ima Get
You Mad With This Gift I Have
Lord Duck Suffering Succotash
When The Trigger Blast
Ima Put Your Beak On Your Fitted Hat
Where The Liquor At? Sip Of Yak
That Bitch And A Vicious
Track Ima Get Into That
Sly Pro Tools To Boast Joe
Smooth I Coast To The West
Like Were Tired Of Living At
New York Heres A Piggyback
Ride To The Motherland
Hold On Brother Man On The
Other Hand Get Down
Im Gutter Fam Gun Butt You With
The Eagle Handle Cunningham
I Dont Wanna Talk I Just Wanna Beef
I Dont Want A Piece I Want It All Baby Boy
I Dont Wanna Eat I Wanna
Feast Up You Rough Piece Of Shit
You Done Weak Im The One Capiche?
Slaughterhouse!
Insane What They Call Us
How You Married To The Game
But You Probably Shouldnt
Have Came To The Altar
Every Bar Like Propane For The
Sawed-Off Used Ya Hand To Forge You
Eminem Mr. Porter Slaughter
My Cinnamons Imminent Torture
All Of You Feminine
Marauders Thats Women At War
Men Will Assault You Time
Is A Bastard Symbol Of Sorter?
Kidnap Your Trembling Daughter At Least A Quarter
Im Administering Supporters
Got An Aura More Like
Sodom And Gomorrah
Normally Somethings Wrong With Me
Claiming A Quantity Of The
Porn I See On The Pause To Me
When I Fix The Game Theyll
Think Shit Came With A Warranty
How The Fuck Are They Gonna
Stop When I Was Born To Be
Corner Me Shit Belong To Me
Two Choices You Can Get Along With Me
Or Sit Your Fagot Ass
Right There In Dormancy
Wait All You Missing
Is Heels To Be Ru Paul
Aint Nobody Thats Real
Ever Knew Yall
Second To None And Im
Dealing With Marshall
This Time I Never Come
Down Deal With The Blue Balls
You Aint Gotta Fear Me
But Youll Respect Me
Niggas Who Never Met Me
Threaten Me Want To Gillete Me
Coming Off Soft I Got Some Machetes
Swinging Spaghetti Like Its
Heavy Some Said He Deserve An ESPY
In A Chevy Like Andretti Put
The Dezzy Where His Chest Be
Slaughterhouse!