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) getem!
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, thats WWA
White with an attitude, alphabet soup is on my plate
All I got is Zs they sleeping on me, I cant 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
Ill 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 its 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
Im 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: Im about to get them. Im about to get them right.
Joe Budden: Yo, say Im from the new school
Imma say checkyour tone and watch you mouth
If they teaching how to Dougie, Im condoning dropping out
Forced to wild, yall birthed then gave me up
I just perfected being hip-hops foster child
Now check it: dont blame yall for being trash fans are copping it
The radios the crime scene, the masses are the hostages
In my youth Id throw shots, the fad was dodging it
Im grown: I aint watching the throne, Im 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 wont get bigger if you on shrooms
If it was left to me, Id revive what the game be bout
Id took the Wine outta Amy house
Enough raps from you scrub cats bout cockin a snub back
Wayne couldnt 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
Shes so bad, I make her hit the telly from a taxi
Then dead her in the Holiday Inn, learned that from Max B
Thats 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 Im hearing just pitiful?
Airwaves the same, now the stereos typical
My skins thick so the critics ignored
So unafraid to die, youd 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 hops alive and well
If it died , you other crews wouldnt survive the smell
( Ladies & Gentlemen, youre scared now?)
Em:Make that face at em dawg
(Crooked I. Get em! )Crooed I.
Crooked I: I spot a victim, the plotll 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 competitions a contradiction, somebody mentioned they got a Crooked
Highly fiction we probably different, got Gotti henchmen
Opposition, Ill body quick as Bugatti engines
Im 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, Ill roast ya
My mind so deadly its just like the beanie is close to a holster
Its over, control my whole coastal region like Im supposed to
Flow is going postal even. Flow
Open season, heart close to freezing
Ruthless as Eazy ***** approach, Im squeezing, believe me
****** Westcoaster breathing
So most ya hope Im vegan, nope Im 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, yall aint 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 aint a rap dude, Im a dude who rap
Before this I was moving crack
Killers yall become when yall rhyme, I salute and dap
And if I blink theyll remove your snaps
You aint cool, you wack with your foolish act
Skinny jeans dont mean your ass shoot, it means your booty claps
Dont play like Tyler Perry
This the Slaughterhouse of Pain, flow brown, tight and heavy
When it come to 16s, Im a fiend
Seen in the studio near a needle with a mean lean
Probably writing bars to Nas Thiefs 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 Beyonces water
The four quarters doing all the eating
And yall gotta know why I made the cut, Im Puerto Rican
Ortiz keep the fire ready
And tryna put me out's like tryna steal a transvestite from Eddie
Royce Da 59: Yeah!
Im 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 dont need to know you better
You tell me you love my music again? We go together
Bye Rihanna.. now back to yall fools
We rock out like the outside of a guitar school
Thousand dollar frames, I prefer to see the world through
Dont ask me nothing bout Budden, I beat my girl too
You ask me why I keep her, I say its cheaper to
Thats why I ride around in a Rolls like Wiz Khalifa do
Rappers Im your daddy, I tell you straight as this
You dont kill but your father Will like Jaden Smith
I tell you like I tell my Spanish chick
You fly, but I aint going down on no landing strip
So get your wax on like Daniel San
Or Imma 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 Im cyber-***ing with Jessica Alba via Skype
Im 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 thats gold
Look like without having to sell your soul, Nickel
(Go ahead)
Eminem: Wait, can I rap?
( You are the Boss, youd 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: Youre about to see peace destroyed
Itll 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, dont ask for what the squeegees for
Or the holy water, acid raps thatll eat these floors
Eat a hole in a rhyme book, 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 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, theyre 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 Im a sick pup
Id be a horrible magician
Cause Id **** that trick up
Fix your lips up to say something fly, or zip up
A B, LetsC, 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
Dont put a K in front of that though, when I MC
Cause Im not the king of this microphone booth
Its more like a phone booth
Superman in this *****, kryptonite wont 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 aint happening
Ima rap till Im fossil fuel