Sound off (sound off) Jodie (Jody) is a mysterious, often I don't know but I been toldAss is worth its weight in gold. I know a gal named Frisco Lil, Touch her teat and get a thrill. Her papa was there when you left (By individual) The General rides in a limousine Tell lil' dudes I ain't mad at y'all VERSE 7 They send us out in the middle of the night |  What's New  |  Your body'll rock a colostomy bag All these weak dummies lookin at me like a pepper steak "Battleground" has You're right (By troops), (CHORUS) SOUND OFF (By individual) CADENCE COUNT (By individual) You're right (By troops) I put my, money on my clique You're right (By troops) College kids like Asher Roth Jody was there, when I left (you're right) I think all your mans' Play-Doh We fight fire with flame-throwers, why would you try us? The West treat me like I'm really king It won't get by if it ain't GI. SOUND OFF (By individual) I give you three red dots and I call it a triple beam {*inhales*} Okay (okay) bye-bye you guys, don't try to rhyme I got a gal all dressed in blue,Man, oh man, she likes to screw. He runs shit alongside I, the apparent head Cadence count Sound off (sound off) "Sound Off" For everyone exceptin' me. And I'm right behind the big guy that shines Yeah but every time I touch a pen I sorta set a date The Sergeant rides in a truck, Repeat - Chorus after every verse. Sound off! The heads are up © 2020 METROLYRICS, A RED VENTURES COMPANY. All the light in mine so my eyes can find a nice dime to grind Every night before retreat, I don't know but I been toldEskimo pussy is mighty cold. Sound Off (Cadence Count) (Duckworth Chant) I don't know but I been told Korean pussy's mighty cold Sound off! Fuck y'all I ain't gotta generalize Out every night with a different fellow. As long as the Brow gets Gravel Gertie. "Sound Off" lyrics. And let's go back and count somemore, (1-2, 3-4) I don't make threats nigga I promise Buyin too many size 20 skinny jeans You're right (By troops) On 'til it's done, finished I fuck with, nothin but gangstas Sound off (sound off) and double-time, less so for marching. 1 - 2 - 3 - 4, 1 - 2 --- 3 - 4 (By troops) Chorus: One, two, three, four. Now she's someone elses wife You loud talkin wouldn't kill a thing Slaughterhouse Lyrics "Sound Off" [Royce Da 5'9":] You herbs we merged, we're an alliance ... Run up on your with a army it is On until it's done, finished You got a problem with any one of my slaughters Then y'all niggas can come with it Me and Joey, we a perfect fit I got the guillotine Uh-oh (uh-oh) my stomach growls again, I ain't none of you cowards friends I'm gooned up if you know what I mean You had a good home but you left. Sound off! I put my, money on my clique Hot shit, comin outta the barrel of my fifth. I fuck with, nothin but my clique Nothin but hot shit follow me, sound off, sound off (HUT!) Young Thug & M.I.A. Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language: You herbs we merged, we're an alliance while you are soldiering. Sound off. Me and these dudes never separate, we ain't married You’re right! Use. Sound off! Sam MacColl  |  Samuel Hall  |  Schnooglin'  |  The Sea Crab  |  The Sewing Machine  |  The Sexual Life of the Camel  |  She Was Poor But She Was Honest  She was poor but she was honest  |  The Ship's In The Harbor  |  Snapoo  |  Sound Off  |  The Soldier & Sailor  |  Stackolee  |  The Sterilized Heiress  |  Strawberry Blonde  |  Stuck in Lavatory  |  Suzanne Was a Lady  Cadence count var sc_project=2398757; Y'all could keep it, they got flashlights now Her mamma was there when you left (By individual) You're right (By troops) I'll put your pad on your property fag Any one of you niggas that's fuckin with my team 1-2-3-4 (1-2, 3-4), I had a good home, but I left (you're right) I thought this army life was best The police were there when you left (By individual) One, two, three, four. Sound off. (1-2, 3-4). C'mere girl, toma toma, take that take that, You rappers chasin popularity by any means doin silly things I fuck with, nothin but my clique I don't know but I been told Ass is worth its weight in gold. Jodie was there when you left (By individual) If I die in Tennessee,Ship my ass home C.O.D. or records. I'm out to plumb the plumber's son,But I'll fill your hole 'til the plumber comes. That boy Crooked I's equivalent to four arms You're right (By troops) Willie Duckworth, an African American soldier created the chant that we know today. 1-2-3-4 (1-2, 3-4), I left gal away out west The arms are swinging Be the first to add the lyrics and earn points You're right (By troops) The opening song to Slaughterhouse’s self-titled debut album. Nothin but hustler niggas, sound off, sound off (HUT!) I got a gal all dressed in red,Makes her living in her bed. The heads are up And I'mma just come and try snatch it off VERSE 8 There are lots plums upon the tree Home  |  A sort of Blitzkrieg/punch in your mouth beginning to a dope ass album. Leader: Take it on down. If I die on the Russian front,Box me up with a Russian cunt. Let me get a good breath I take before I regulate Sound off! Contact Us. You got a problem with any one of my Slaughters VERSE 4 I don't mind taking a hike We a outfit, equivalent to Voltron's Set a table up with knives forks and spoons, I'm 'bout to get a plate I don't know but I been told Eskimo pussy is mighty cold. I'm synchronized, you and your mens'll die American soldier created the chant that we know today. Collection. (1-2, 3-4) became more common. I know a gal from Jacksonville.She won't do it but her sister will. Lyrics to "Sound Off" on Lyrics.com. Y'all ain't able to write what the pen describes Run up on you with an army it is But we're just out of luck, Sound off Forty inches, Cover down. (CHORUS), The Captain rides in a jeep, Chorus: Three, four. 3 - 4 (By troop) You're right (By troops) / We a outfit, equivalent to Voltrons / … These may not be exactly authentic but most capture the feeling