Shady 2.0 (Cypher)

[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 'llac 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 'em 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 sleeping on me, I can't get 'em awake

I spoon feed 'em a sound, in a room full of deceivers and clowns

Who believe in making 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 putting Nikes

on a cheetah

Better speed up, or at least in my case Adidas

I'm out this bitch, drinking Sprite by the two-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, 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 are copping it

The radio's the crime scene, the masses are the hostages

In my youth I'd throw shots, the fad 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 here, you won't get bigger if you on shrooms

If it was left to me, I'd revive what the game be 'bout

I woulda took the Wine outta 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 chick 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 envy, kinda 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 ignored

So unafraid to die, you'd think I did it before

The boy's Rodman with the trash talk, Magic or Walt

With the black ball, way I bounce off the asphalt with cat paws

Glass jaw, Hood of your mask will be the Blackfoot with

no passport

Body be found in a mansion in one of my trapdoors

If punks had award you status whores 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 spot a victim, the plot'll thicken when the clock is ticking

I caught him slipping, I gotta give him a shot

I hit him with proper spittin', hottest writtens and compositions

So competition's a contradiction, somebody mention they

got a Crooked

Highly 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

Digging a ditch for different spitters, 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 freezing

Ruthless as Eazy nigga approach, I'm squeezing, believe me

Dopest Westcoaster breathing

So most ya hope I'm vegan, nope I'm beefing

Rappers need to keep it trill, give me a beat to kill

Too many people still eating sleeping pills, people sleeping

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

[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 they'll remove your snaps

You ain't cool, you wack with your foolish act

Skinny jeans don't mean your 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 16's, I'm a fiend

Seen in the studio near a needle with a mean lean

Probably writing bars to Nas' Thief's Theme getting

my Yaowa on

Man, all these Olajuwons, we the dream team

This is an all day slaughter

They fiendin' for us to break like Beyonce's water

The four quarters doing all the eating

And y'all gotta know why I made the cut, I'm Puerto Rican

Ortiz keep they fire ready

And tryna put me out's like tryna steal a transvestite from Eddie

[Verse 5: Royce Da 5'9"]

I'm do or die dope and you can make the sticker sitting

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 'bout Budden, I beat my girl too

You ask me why do 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 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 headshot 'em

Smack his girl on the butt and buy her some red bottom

Bring every deceased rapper back to see his wife

While I'm cyber-sexing 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 yo B Roll bling, you know your

flow is wack

We cornered the market like a Wal-Mart in a cul-de-sac

Yeah, this is what two million singles sold, the album is gold

Look like without having to sell your soul

[Verse 6: Eminem]

Ayo, lyrical miracle spiritual individual criminal

Subliminal in your swimming pool

You're 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 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 what the

squeegee's for

Or the holy water, acid raps that'll eat these floors

Eat a hole in a rhyme book, 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 fricking

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, 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 getting elbows to the penis

Yeah big deal

I took some little kids big wheel and spit in his frickin

big kids meal

Quit tryna bite me and pinch 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 in stick shift in his frigging pickup

And drink like a hick redneck hillbilly will 'til he gets hiccups

Flipping the script up like Mike Vick

Getting bit in his junk by a Pit, yup I'm a 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, let's C, you said you were gonna do X-Y-Z

'til you fuck around and get dropped like an E when you

add an I-N-G

Don't put a K in front of that though, when I MC

I'm not the king of the microphone booth,

it's 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 flossing a middle finger while I hop in a mosh pit'll

Be like Nas doing gospel or R&B, you crazy

Me pushing up daisies, that thought is impossible

As if flashing across the news, Posdnuos 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 Mazda

Swallowin' a popsicle, playing tonsil pool

So kill the rumors it ain?t happening, I?mma rap 'til I'm fossil fuel