Feat. Slaughterhouse & Yelawolf


[Intro: Eminem]
Welcome to Detroit
 This is the BET Shady 2.0 cypher, 2011
Myself, Slaughterhouse, and Yelawolf

White dog, get em!

 [Verse 1: 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 ? when I put em in a page
 Moving keys I can relate, cause I live in the cage
 I throw up the A, I take em to school, I give them a grade
 An easy E for effort, that's the WWA
 White with an attitude, alphabet soup is on my plate
 All I got is Z's they sleepin' on me, I can't get em away
 I spoon feed em ? room full of deceivers
 Believe I'm making it rain
 Cause all they see is the clouds
 And I watch from the couch of the VIP like a potato
 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 putting Nikes on a cheetah
 I speed up, released in my ? Adidas
 I'm out this, drinking Sprite by the 2 liter

 [Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Say I'm from the new school
 I'mma say check your tone and watch your mouth
If they teaching how to Dougie, then I'm condoning dropping out
Forced a while, y'all birthed me then gave me up
 I just perfected being 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 feds was dodging it
I'm grown: I ain't watching the throne, I'm sabotaging 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
 Gotta figure over 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 have this bitch 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 haters of every kind wanna send me Llamas
I made it right before their eyes like I was Beni Hana
 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 robbin with the trash talk
 Magical walk with the black ball
 Way I bounce off the ass forward with cap Porsche
 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 award your status or it's categor-
 Probably be that of awards between Michael Rappaport & Kenny Latimore
 I know Hip Hop's alive and well
 If it died, you other crews wouldn't survive the smell

 [Verse 3: 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 ? 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 kickin ?
 Weak lyricists get disfigured, 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
 Ay, 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

 [Verse 4: Joell Ortiz]
 I ain't a rap dude, I'm a dude who rap
 Before this, I was moving 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 whack 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 ? gettin my Yaowa on
 Man, all these Olajuwons, we the dream team
 This is an all day slaughter
 They feigning for us to break like Beyonce's water
 The four quarters doing all the eating
 And ya'll gotta know why I made the cut, I'm Puerto Rican
 Ortiz keep they fire ready
 And trying to put me out's like trying to steal a transvestite from Eddie

 [Verse 5: Royce Da 5'9"]
 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 nothing 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 San
Or I'mma have to run like De la Hoya in drag when cameras come
 Bring every deceased rapper back to see his wife
 While I'm having sex with Jessica Alba via Skype
This is what 2 million albums sold, the album is gold
 Look like without having to sell your soul

 [Verse 6: Eminem]
 Wait, can I rap?

Lyrical miracle spirtual individual criminal sublimital
 In your swimming pool

You about to see beasts destroy
 It'll never be restored
 When I unleash these beastly hordes on your CD stores
 Wanna stop it? You gon' need a priests, at least three swords
A license to ill from the Beastie Boys, three ouija boards
 A sqeegi and please be warned, do ask what the sqeegi's for
 Or the holy water, acid raps thatll eat these floors
Eat a whole in a rhyme book, do you see these horns?
 And as for me you ask when Im 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
 And smother it in chloroform so she can go get her groove on?
Can she duct tape and Velcro a fetus?
 Joell, Yela, tell Joe I need his
 Empty box from his old shell toed Adidas
So I can put these babies in the fetal position, to give elbows to the penis
Yeah big deal
I took some little kids big wheel and spit in his firggin big kids meal
 Quit tryna bite me and pinch me, 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 in stick shift in his friggin pickup
 And drink like a hick redneck hill billy will til he gets hiccups!?
Flippin' the script up
 Like Mike Vick gettin' his junk bit by a pit, yup, I'mma sick pup
Id be a horrible magician, cause I'll fuck a trick up
Fix your lips up to say somethin' fly, or zip up
A B, lets C, you said you were gonna do X Y Z
 Till you fuck around and get dropped like an E
When you add an I-N-G
 Do put a K in front of that though, when I MC
 I'm not the king of the microphone booth, its more like a phone booth
Superman in this bitch, Kryptonite won't do
 It gives me more power, I bump the fat boys
 And eat rat poison, take meteor showers
Fresh outta the mental hospital
 And me not flossin' a middle finger while I hop in a mosh pit'll
 Be like Nas doin' Gospel or R&B... you crazy?
 Me pushin' them daises? that thought is impossible
 Is it flashin' across the news, Pastor ? 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, playing tonsil pool
 So kill the rumors it ain’t happenin', I’m a rap till I’m fossil fuel
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			     Thanks to adrina