A. "The cutting edge of hardcore rap; the most innovative stuff
 for 1993"    gangsta parody following the "Classroom" skit
 B. Paula Perry introduces the _real_ Slaughtahouse

 Part A:

 (Yeah... yeah... yeah...)
 This is MC Negro
 And this is this Ign ant MC
 And this is our new motherfucking single
 OUR NEW SHIT
 Slaughtahouse
 This shit is called Slaughtahouse
 Negro! Coming off our last platinum LP
 Platinum LP
 _Shit's Real Killin' Motherfuckers Dead_
 Killin em dead
 And this is how we gonna rock shit for the nine-tray

 Verse One: MC Negro

 Here come the craziest niggaz on earth
 Cutthroats, ever since birth
 Blood and guts are gonna spill
 Cuz it's murder murder murder, and kill kill kill
 Chainsaw in my holster
 Barb-wire rope, and I'll hang ya like a poster
 So when I grab my axe you better drop
 Cause I'm "swing swing swing, and chop chop chop" in the Slaughtahouse

 Yeah, yo Ign-ant MC
 Whassup?
 Show these niggaz what the dress code is
 Aight

 Verse Two: Ign-ant MC

 Strictly Raiders and Kings gear
 Only wear black and I don't know how to act
 no more... so come and take a chance and
 Mess around with the black Charles Manson
 Body parts in the freezer
 I'm not Jeffrey Dahmer but I'll slaughta ya momma
 So open up the do'
 To the Slaughtahouse, so I can kill a little mo'

 Outro:

 Yeahhh, motherfucker
 Yeah!
 This is MC Negro
 And this the Ign-ant MC
 And this shit is real over here, motherfucker, real real
 This is the brand new LP, it's called _Brains on the Sidewalk_
 Brains on the sidewalk!
 And all we wanna do now
 Is murder murder murder, kill kill kill

 Part B: Paula Perry, Masta Ase

 One two, one two
 This is Paula Perry and it's a brand new year
 Time for the weak-ass, wack-ass
 No-skills, negative, anti-everything
 MC's to get shut down
 They're gettin Slaughta'd!
 [Lord Digga] Death to the wack MC's --> repeat 4X
 (Welcome to the Slaughtahouse!)
 Too many suckas, too many wack records gettin played
 Too much money bein made, it's time for the wack to get slayed
 Take these suckas to war Ase, take em to war!

 It's the jeep (ass niguh), it's the jeep (ass niguh)
 Whatcha know about the jeep (ass niguh)
 It's the jeep (ass niguh), it's the jeep (ass niguh)
 Here we go, with the jeep (ass niguh) (Welcome to the Slaughtahouse!)
 Never hear me talking "I could kill a man!!"
 Started making records but I'm still a fan
 I'll take you down, I break your crown
 I make you frown, I wake the town
 Tick, check it out tock I rock your whole block
 Got the funk dialect in stock
 With the boom, bashin, bass drum is smashin
 and crashin your bedroom walls, and monster mashin
 Dashin, man with the kick, that be flying
 Kids don't be trying, this trick cause I'm scien-
 -tifical, ninety-nine rappers wanna kill
 to sound ill, you couldn't find their brains with a drill
 Check it...
 *sound of a drill*
 [What a funny little house!]
 (Welcome to the Slaughtahouse!)

 Welcome to my Slaughtahouse, it's like a playpen
 Welcome to my Slaughtahouse, there's no escapin
 This is the place where freestyling skills
 are sharp like axes, and suckas get the chills
 Drum is the cash, like the rash you'll be itchin
 for the green and, everybody's talking like they're mean and
 crazy, oh baby, you're ready, for this yo
 Make me, a poster, holdin, a pistol
 Then I can be the (man)
 I can be the (man)
 Cause they see me with the gun in my hand
 I, am not, down with the standard
 The man did, not do, what every other man did
 Candid, just like the man Allen Funts
 And there's nothing worse than, a rapper when he fronts
 So throw your hands up in the air
 If you really don't care
 about the next man's life, you get the chair
 In the Slaughtahouse
 [The price a rapper must pay]

 Outro:

 Whassup kid you hear that new album _Brains on the Sidewalk_?
 Yeah it's FAT right?
 Yeah I like that part
 MURDER MURDER MURDER, and KILL KILL KILL
 Yaknow that's what it's all about
 Yeah I'm gonna be just like that when I grow up
 You think I ain't?

 [Lord Digga]
 This is a brand new year for motherfucker's heads to start burstin
 Masta Ase, Incorporated
 Ase, Lord Digga, Shiloh, Eyceurok, the Brooklynites
 And the Floor Builder
 Watch your back black man
 Your biggest enemy's in the mirror
 Long is the road to freedom from self-destruction
 The Slaughtahouse, breeds death
 Death to the *faggot-ass* average wack MC's
 And death of the original man, turned killer man