Eminem - BET Shady 2.0 Cypher lyrics

[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 mutha****as 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 awake 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 **** 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 to wild, 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 ma**es are the hostages In my youth I'd throw shots, the fads 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 co*kin' a snub back Wayne couldn't teach me how to love that But I have this **** 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 envy, kind wanna send me llamas I made it right before their eyes like I was Benihanas 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 Magic or Walt with the black ball Way I bounce off the asphault with cat paws Gla** jaw, hood of your mask will be the Blackfoot with no pa**port Body be found in a mansion in one of my trap doors If punks had award your status who*es categore Probably be that of awards between michael rappaport and 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 diggin a ditch 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 the beanie is 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' ****a, 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 k**, too many people still eatin' sleepin' pills People sleepin' on my ether sk**s 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 k**ers 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 a** 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 to Nas' Thief Theme. 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 k**, 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 landing strip So get your wax on like daniel san Or I'mma have to run like de la hoya in drag when cameras come Point out the greatest rapper alive. I head-shot him Smack his girl on the bu*t and buy her some Red Bottom Bring every deceased rapper back to see his wife While I'm cyber-s**ing with Jessica Alba, via Skype I'm on my D-Boy/Deebo thing, spiritual steelo swing like Cee-Lo Green Get out the camera with you b-roll bling. Your flow is wack. We cornered the market like a Walmart in a cul-de-sac Yeah, this what 2 million albums sold, and an album that's gold Look like without having to sell your soul Nickle! [Verse 6: eminem] Wait, can I rap? Lyrical miracle spiritual individual criminal subliminal In your swimming pool You about 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 priests, at least three swords A "License to iLL" from the Beastie Boys, three Ouija boards A squeegee and please be warned, don't ask 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 p**n? Can that chick fit a new born dead baby inside a frickin' shoebox with a shoehorn, smothered 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 gettin' 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 you wench, 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 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 I'd be a horrible magician, cause I'll **** 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 **** 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'm.C. I'm not the king of the microphone boo, it's more like a phone booth Superman in this ****, 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 rn'b you crazy? Me pushin' them daises? that thought is impossible Is it flashin' across the news, "Posdnuos was caught with a prostitute With a huge johnson, b**bs, and a monstrous tube of lube And a bra, some boots, some panties, in a aqua blue Mazda Swallowin' a popsicle, playing tonsil pool So k** the rumors it ain't happenin', I'ma rap till I'm fossil fuel