[Eminem]
Welcome to Detroit
This is the BET Shady 2.0 cypher, 2011
Myself, Slaughterhouse and Yelawolf
White dog, get 'em!
[ Yelawolf ]
Put these muthafuckas in a box and I send 'em away
Put 'em in a gray 'lac and pop the trunk
And throw 'em in the back, jack
Ha! Dig 'em a grave
Put a brick inside that Xerox when I print up a page
Movin' keys I can relate, cause I live in a cave
I throw up the A, I take ' em to school, I give 'em a grade
An easy E for effort, that's WWA
White with an attitude, alphabet soup is on my plate
All I got is Zs they sleepin' on me, I can't get 'em away
I spoon feed 'em inside of a room full of deceivers and clowns
Who believe they makin' it rain
Cause all they see is the clouds
And I watch from the couch of the VIP like a potato
With a bunch of meatheads, like fuck it, "I'll just feed 'em a cow"
Plenty of white boys to pick from this year
But before you pick a pepper
You better pick up your heater
Cause even Peter Piper could pick up a mic
But what it's like to pick a fight with me is like puttin' Nikes on a cheetah
I speed up, or at least in my case Adidas
I'm out this bitch drinking Sprite by the 2 liter..Holler.. Shady Records..
(Uh..)
[ Joe Budden ]
Man, I need the scratch to give me an ? man.. I'm 'bout to get 'em..
( Eminem )
Ayo..Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.. (Here you go..) Ok, go... Yeah, wait..Ok
[ Joe Budden ]
Say I'm from the new school
I'ma say check your tone and watch your mouth
If they teachin' how to Dougie, then I'm condonin' dropping out
Forced a while, y'all birthed me and gave me up
I just perfected bein' hip-hop's foster child
Now check it: don't blame y'all for being trash, fans of coppin' it
Radio's the crime scene, the masses are the hostages
In my youth I'd throw shots, the fan was dodgin' it
I'm grown: I ain't watchin' the throne, I'm sabotagin' it
You see that 4-headed monster in the storm looms
Snipe' em from a distance: the scope got a long zoom
You Super Mario thugs is in the wrong room
Got a figure here, you won't get bigger if you on shrooms
If it was left to me, I'd revive what the game be about
I done took the wine out of Amy house
Enough raps from you scrub cats bout cockin' a snub back
Wayne couldn't teach me how to love that
But I got this shit from uptown, she my summer bunny
Both parents broke, but she come from money
Think my bread is her paper to burn
So I lock her out, and now she doubt David is Stern
She's so bad, I make her hit the telly from a taxi
Then dead her in the Holiday Inn, learned that from Max B
That's why the haters of every kind wanna send me Llamas
I made it right before their eyes like I was Benihannas
Is it me? Or is what I'm hearing just pitiful?
Airwaves the same, now the stereo's typical
My skin's thick, so the critics ignore it
So unafraid to die, you'd think I did it before
The boys Rodman with the trash talk
Magical wall with the black ball
Way I bounce off the asphalt with cat paws
Glass your, hoodie amass would be the black ? with no passport
Body be found in a mansion in one of my trap doors
If punks had awards you status whores categor-
Probably be that of a war between Michael Rappaport & Kenny Latimore
I know Hip-Hop's alive and well
If it died, you other crews wouldn't survive the smell..
( Ladies & Gentlemen... {you're scared now} Crooked I.. Get 'em )
( Eminem: Make that face at 'em dawg )
[ Crooked I ]
I squad a victim, the plot'll thicken when the clock is tickin'
I caught him slippin', I gotta give a shot
I hit him with proper spittin'
Hottest writtens and compositions
So competition's a contradiction, somebody mention they got a crooked
Holly fiction we probably different, got Gotti henchmen
Opposition, I'll body quick as Bugatti engines
I'm on a mission to get richer
The sickest lyric kicker diggin' a ditch for different spitters
Weak lyricists get dis-figured, sip liquor
Spit like a sick mixture of Notorious, Pun and L
Get the big picture?
The poster, I'll roast ya
My mind so deadly it's just like to being as close to a holster
It's over, control my whole coastal region like I'm supposed to
Flow is going postal even
Open season, heart close to freezin'
Ruthless is easy
Approach, I'm squeezin', believe me
Dopest West Coaster breathin'
So most ya hope I'm vegan, nope I'm beefin'
Rappers need to keep it trill
Give me a beat to kill, too many people still eatin' sleepin' pills
People sleepin' on my Ether skills
And y'all ain't even real
You bout to die in this cypher
Before you die, you should do the Jada and leave a Will.. fo' real
[Joell Ortiz]
(Yaowa)
I ain't a rap dude, I'm a dude who rap
Before this, I was movin' crack
Killers y'all become when y'all rhyme I salute and dap
And if I blink then remove your snaps
You ain't cool, you wack with your foolish act
Skinny jeans don't mean yo ass shoot, it means your booty claps
Don't play like Tyler Perry
This the Slaughterhouse of pain
Flow brown, tight, and heavy
When it come to 16s, I'm a feign
Seen in the studio near a needle with a mean lean
Probably writing bars that ? thieves ? gettin' my Yaowa on
May all the Olajuwons be the dream team
This is an all day slaughter
They feignin' for us to break like Beyonce's water
The four quarters doin' all the eatin'
And y'all gotta know why I made the cut, I'm Puerto Rican
Ortiz keep they fire ready
And tryina put me out's like tryina steal a transvestite from Eddie.. Hahahaha.. Whoo!
[ Royce ]
Yeah...
I'm do or die dope
And you can make the sticker sittin'
On the door of that Phantom
Your suicide note
Hi Rihanna.. is Nicki living with you?
Let me know so I can buy binoculars and telescopes
Hi Rihanna.. I don't need to know you better
You tell me you love my music again? We go together
Bye Rihanna.. now back to y'all fools
We rock out like the outside of a guitar school
Thousand dollar frames, I prefer to see the world through
Don't ask me nothin' about Budden, I beat my girl too
You ask me why I keep her I say it's cheaper to
That's why I ride around in a Rolls like Wiz Khalifa do
Rappers I'm your Daddy
I tell you straight as this
You don't kill, but your father will like Jayden Smith
I tell you like I tell my Spanish chick
You fly, but I ain't going down on no hairy shit
So get your wax on like Daniel-son
Or I'ma have to run like De la Hoya in drag when cameras come
Point out the greatest rapper alive I ___
Smack his girl on the butt and buy her some red bottoms
Bring every deceased rapper back to see his wife
While I'm cyber-sexin' with Jessica Alba via Skype
I'm on my D-Boy D-Bo thing, spiritual steelo swing like Cee Lo Green
Get out the camera with your B- Roll bling
You know your flow is wack
We cornered the market like a Walmart in a culdesac
This what 2 million albums sold and an album that's gold
Look like without havin' to sell your soul.. Nickel
[ Eminem ]
Wait can I rap?
(You da Boss, you better get 'em)
Ayo...Lyrical miracle spirtual individual criminal subliminal
In your swimmin' pool
(Boo.. Come on man, get back on.. Get that shit)
You 'bout to see peace destroyed
It'll never be restored
When I unleash these beastly hordes on your CD stores
Wanna stop it? You gon' need a priest, at least three swords
A license to ill from the Beastie Boys, three ouija boards
A squeegee and please be warned, don't ask me what the squeegee's for
Or the holy water, acid raps that'll eat these floors
Eat a hole in a rhyme book, do you see these horns?
And as for me you ask when I'm gone "will he be mourned?"
Is puke luke warm?
Should Casey Anthony do porn?
Can that chick fit a new born dead baby inside a frickin' shoebox with a shoehorn,
Smother it in chloroform so she can go get her groove on?
Can she duct tape and velcro a fetus?
Joell yo, tell Joe I need his empty box from his old shell toed Adidas
So I can put these babies in the fetal position, they're gettin elbows to the penis
Yeah big deal, I took some little kid's big wheel and spit in his friggin' big kids meal
Quit tryna bite me and pinch me, you win, sit still
Did you just put your six inch heel through my Benz windsheild?!
Is it dust we 'bout to kick up?
Can Yelawolf fit a fifth of rum in a big cup between his stickshift in his friggin' pickupAnd drink like a hick redneck hillbilly will til he gets hic-cups!?
Flippin' the script up like Mike Vick gettin' his junk bit by a pit, yup, I'ma sick pup
I'd be a horrible magician, cause I'll fuck a trick up
Fix your lips up to say something fly, or zip up
A-B? Lets see (C)
You said you were gonna do XYZ
Till you fuck around and get dropped like an E
When you add an I-N-G
Don't put a K infront of that though, when I emcee (MC)
I'm not the king of the microphone booth, its more like a phonebooth
Superman in this bitch, Kryptonite won't do
It gives me more power, I bump the fat boys and
Eat rat poison and take meteor showers
Fresh outta the mental hospital and
Me not flossing a middle finger while I hop in a mosh pit
It'll be like Nas doing Gospel or R&B... you crazy?
Me pushing up daises?
That thought is impossible
Is it flashing across the news? Pause the news
Was caught with a prostitute
With a huge Johnson, boobs, and a monstrous tube of lube
And a bra, some boots, some panties, and a aqua blue Monster
Swallowin' a popsicle, playin' tonsil pool
So kill the rumors it ain’t happenin'
I'ma rap till I'm fossil fuel...
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