2011 BET Cypher

Eminem: Welcome to Detroit

This is the BET, Shady 2.0, Cypher, 2011

Myself, Slaughterhouse, and Yelawolf

White dog, (Thank you cracker) get'em!

Yelawolf:Put these *********** 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 up 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 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 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 **** it

I'll just feed 'em a cow

Plenty of white boys to pick from this year

But before you can 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

It’s like putting Nikes on a cheetah, better speed up

Or at least in my case Addidas

I'm out this *****, drinking Sprite by the two-liter

Holler, Shady records

Joe Budden: Now I need to stress to get me in,right?

Em: Hey yo,Wait wait wait! OK dawg. Yeah yeah.

Joe: I'm about to get them. I'm about to get them right.

Joe Budden: Yo, say I'm from the new school

I'mma say check your tone and watch you mouth

If they teaching how to Dougie, I'm condoning dropping out

Forced to wild, y'all birthed 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'd 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 got 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 the 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 would 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 were Michael Rappaport and Kenny Lattimore

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?)

Em:Make that face at 'em dawg

(Crooked I. Get 'em! )Crooed I.

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 spitting, hottest writtens and compositions

So competition's a contradiction, somebody mentioned 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. Flow

Open season, heart close to freezing

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

****** 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

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, for real

Joell Ortiz:Yaowal,yaowal

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 fiending 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 the fire ready

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

Royce Da 5'9': Yeah!

I'm do or die **** 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 'bout 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 Jaden 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 '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-***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 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 and an album that's gold

Look like without having to sell your soul, Nickel

(Go ahead)

Eminem: Wait, can I rap?

(You are the Boss, you'd better get them..)

Eminem: Ayo, Lyrical miracle, spiritual individual, criminal

Subliminal in your swimming pool

(Yo yo yo. Come on man, kick it raw.. kick that **** approach)

(Drop it, your microphone)

Eminem: 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 for 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 her fricking 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're getting elbows to the *****

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 windshield?

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 frigging pickup Yelawolf

And drink like a hick redneck hillbilly will till he gets hicc-ups?

Flipping the script up like Mike Vick

Get bit in his junk by a pit, yup I'm a sick pup

I'd be a horrible magician

Cause I'd **** that 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

Till you **** 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

Cause I'm not the king of this microphone booth

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 flossing a middle finger while I hop in a mosh pit

will be like Nas doing gospel or R&B, you crazy?

Me pushing up daisies, that thought is impossible

As it flashing across the news, Posdnuos was caught with a prostitute. Posdnuos

With a huge Johnson, boobs and a monstrous tube of lube

And a bra, some boots, some panties and a aqua blue Mazda

Swallowing a popsicle, playing tonsil pool

So kill the rumors it ain't happening

I'ma rap 'till I'm fossil fuel