Bet Shady 2.0 Cypher Lyrics - Eminem

Welcome to Detroit 

This is the BET, Shady 2.0 Cypher 2011 

Myself, Slaughterhouse and Yelawolf 

White Dawg get em 

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 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 them 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 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 

Holler 

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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 four-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 've 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 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 

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I know hip-hop's alive and well 

If it died, you other crews wouldn't survive the smell 

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 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 

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 y'all 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 

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 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-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 and an album that's gold 

Look like without having to sell your soul 

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 

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 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 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 

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

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 

Cause I'm not the king of this 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 an aqua blue Mazda 

Swallowing a popsicle, playing tonsil pool 

So kill the rumors it ain't happening 

I'mma rap 'til I'm fossil fuel