EMINEM - BET Shady 2.0 Cypher lyrics

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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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