[00:02.29]Eminem: Welcome to Detroit
[00:04.46]This is the BET, Shady 2.0, Cypher, 2011
[00:11.24]Myself, Slaughterhouse, and Yelawolf
[00:15.85]White dog, (Thank you cracker) get'em!
[00:22.65]Yelawolf:Put these muthafuckas in a box and I send 'em away
[00:28.24]Put em in a gray 'llac and pop the trunk
[00:30.23]And throw em in the back, jack; ha, dig 'em a grave
[00:32.55]Put a brick inside that Xerox when I print up a page
[00:35.12]Moving keys I can relate, cause I live in the cage
[00:37.82]I throw up the A, I take 'em to school, I give em a grade
[00:40.14]An Easy-E for effort, that's WWA
[00:42.94]White with an attitude, alphabet soup is on my plate
[00:45.46]All I got is Z's they sleeping on me, I can't get 'em awake
[00:48.22]I spoon feed 'em a sound, in a room full of deceivers and clowns
[00:50.74]Who believe in making it rain cause all they see is the clouds
[00:53.82]And I watch from the couch of the VIP like a potato
[00:55.68]with a bunch of meatheads like fuck it
[00:58.14]I'll just feed 'em a cow
[00:59.10]Plenty of white boys to pick from this year
[01:01.04]But before you can pick a pepper, you better pick up your heater
[01:03.84]Cause even Peter Piper could pick up a mic
[01:05.73]But what it's like to pick a fight with me
[01:07.76]It’s like putting Nikes on a cheetah, better speed up
[01:10.45]Or at least in my case Addidas
[01:12.54]I'm out this bitch, drinking Sprite by the two-liter
[01:14.63]Holler, Shady records
[01:18.79]Joe Budden: Now I need to stress to get me in,right?
[01:21.90]Em: Hey yo,Wait wait wait! OK dawg. Yeah yeah.
[01:25.56]Joe: I'm about to get them. I'm about to get them right.
[01:27.08]Joe Budden: Yo, say I'm from the new school
[01:30.65]I'mma say check your tone and watch you mouth
[01:32.54]If they teaching how to Dougie, I'm condoning dropping out
[01:35.76]Forced to wild, y'all birthed then gave me up
[01:37.72]I just perfected being hip-hop's foster child
[01:40.42]Now check it: don't blame y'all for being trash fans are copping it
[01:43.20]The radio's the crime scene, the masses are the hostages
[01:45.65]In my youth I'd throw shots, the fad was dodging it
[01:48.65]I'm grown: I ain't watching the throne, I'm sabotaging it
[01:51.55]You see that 4-headed monster in the storm looms
[01:54.26]Snipe 'em from a distance: the scope got a long zoom
[01:56.78]You Super Mario thugs is in the wrong room
[01:59.18]Gotta figure here, you won't get bigger if you on shrooms
[02:02.11]If it was left to me, I'd revive what the game be 'bout
[02:05.39]I'd took the Wine outta Amy house
[02:07.29]Enough raps from you scrub cats bout cockin' a snub back
[02:09.98]Wayne couldn't teach me how to love that
[02:12.56]But I got this chick from uptown, she my summer bunny
[02:15.91]Both parents broke, but she come from money
[02:17.94]Think my bread is her paper to burn
[02:19.88]So I lock her out, and now she doubt David is Stern
[02:22.63]She's so bad, I make her hit the telly from a taxi
[02:25.25]Then dead her in the Holiday Inn, learned that from Max B
[02:28.39]That's why the haters envy kinda wanna send me Llamas
[02:31.05]I made it right before their eyes like I was Benihanas
[02:33.72]Is it me? Or is what I'm hearing just pitiful?
[02:36.07]Airwaves the same, now the stereo's typical
[02:39.24]My skin's thick so the critics ignored
[02:41.08]So unafraid to die, you'd think I did it before
[02:43.48]The boy's Rodman with the trash talk, Magic or Walt with the black ball
[02:46.61]Way I bounce off the asphalt with cat paws
[02:49.06]Glass jaw, hood of your mask would be the Blackfoot with no passport
[02:52.09]Body be found in a mansion in one of my trapdoors
[02:54.23]If punks had award you status whores categore
[02:56.50]Probably be that of awards were Michael Rappaport and Kenny Lattimore
[02:59.97]I know hip hop's alive and well
[03:02.03]If it died, you other crews wouldn't survive the smell
[03:07.66]( Ladies & Gentlemen, you're scared now?)
[03:12.01]Em:Make that face at 'em dawg
[03:13.42](Crooked I. Get 'em! )Crooed I.
[03:15.36]Crooked I: I spot a victim, the plot'll thicken when the clock is ticking
[03:18.08]I caught him slipping, I gotta give him a shot,
[03:19.91]I hit him with proper spitting, hottest writtens and compositions
[03:23.05]So competition's a contradiction, somebody mentioned they got a Crooked
[03:26.30]Highly fiction we probably different, got Gotti henchmen
[03:28.72]Opposition, I'll body quick as Bugatti engines
[03:30.98]I'm on a mission to get richer, the sickest lyric-kicker digging a ditch for different spitters
[03:35.62]Weak lyricists get disfigured
[03:37.15]Sip liquor, spit like a sick mixture of Notorious, Pun and L, get the big picture?
[03:42.00]The poster, I'll roast ya
[03:43.72]My mind so deadly it's just like the beanie is close to a holster
[03:46.80]It's over, control my whole coastal region like I'm supposed to
[03:50.00]Flow is going postal even. Flow
[03:52.15]Open season, heart close to freezing
[03:54.43]Ruthless as Eazy nigga approach, I'm squeezing, believe me
[03:57.31]Dopest Westcoaster breathing
[03:59.16]So most ya hope I'm vegan, nope I'm beefing
[04:02.03]Rappers need to keep it trill, give me a beat to kill
[04:04.29]Too many people still eating sleeping pills, people sleeping on my ether skills
[04:08.44]Ay, y'all ain't even real, you 'bout to die in this cypher
[04:10.51]Before you die, you should do the Jada and leave a Will, for real
[04:14.88]Joell Ortiz:Yaowal,yaowal
[04:18.21]I ain't a rap dude, I'm a dude who rap
[04:20.62]Before this I was moving crack
[04:23.22]Killers y'all become when y'all rhyme, I salute and dap
[04:25.96]And if I blink they'll remove your snaps
[04:28.05]You ain't cool, you wack with your foolish act
[04:30.65]Skinny jeans don't mean your ass shoot, it means your booty claps
[04:34.60]Don't play like Tyler Perry
[04:36.58]This the Slaughterhouse of Pain, flow brown, tight and heavy
[04:39.96]When it come to 16's, I'm a fiend
[04:41.75]Seen in the studio near a needle with a mean lean
[04:44.71]Probably writing bars to Nas' Thief's Theme getting my Yaowa on
[04:47.85]Man, all these Olajuwons, we the dream team
[04:50.45]This is an all day slaughter
[04:52.42]They fiending for us to break like Beyonce's water
[04:55.74]The four quarters doing all the eating
[04:57.52]And ya'll gotta know why I made the cut, I'm Puerto Rican
[05:00.85]Ortiz keep the fire ready
[05:02.71]And tryna put me out’s like tryna steal a transvestite from Eddie
[05:13.56]Royce Da 5'9': Yeah!
[05:21.66]I'm do or die dope and you can make the sticker sittin' on the door of that Phantom, your suicide note
[05:27.00]Hi Rihanna.. is Nicki living with you?
[05:29.35]Let me know so I can buy binoculars and telescopes
[05:32.39]Hi Rihanna.. I don't need to know you better
[05:34.75]You tell me you love my music again? We go together
[05:37.68]Bye Rihanna.. now back to y'all fools
[05:39.99]We rock out like the outside of a guitar school
[05:42.48]Thousand dollar frames, I prefer to see the world through
[05:45.23]Don't ask me nothing 'bout Budden, I beat my girl too
[05:47.97]You ask me why I keep her, I say it's cheaper to
[05:50.50]That's why I ride around in a Rolls like Wiz Khalifa do
[05:53.48]Rappers I'm your daddy, I tell you straight as this
[05:55.70]You don't kill but your father Will like Jaden Smith
[05:58.76]I tell you like I tell my Spanish chick
[06:01.26]You fly, but I ain't going down on no landing strip
[06:03.89]So get your wax on like Daniel San
[06:05.92]Or I'mma have to run like De La Hoya in drag when cameras come
[06:08.98]Point out the greatest rapper alive I head shot 'em
[06:11.36]Smack his girl on the butt and buy her some red bottom
[06:14.43]Bring every deceased rapper back to see his wife
[06:16.55]While I'm cyber-sexing with Jessica Alba via Skype
[06:19.74]I'm on my d-boy, Deebo thing
[06:21.49]Spiritual steelo swing like Cee-Lo Green
[06:24.44]Get out the camera with yo B Roll bling, you know your flow is wack
[06:27.52]We cornered the market like a Wal-Mart in a cul-de-sac
[06:30.25]Yeah, this is what two million singles sold and an album that's gold
[06:33.41]Look like without having to sell your soul, Nickel
[06:39.77](Go ahead)
[06:44.35]Eminem: Wait, can I rap?
[06:47.06](You are the Boss, you'd better get them..)
[06:50.37]Eminem: Ayo, Lyrical miracle, spiritual individual, criminal
[06:54.34]Subliminal in your swimming pool
[06:56.81](Yo yo yo. Come on man, kick it raw.. kick that shit approach)
[07:03.10](Drop it, your microphone)
[07:11.01]Eminem: You're about to see peace destroyed
[07:13.39]It'll never be restored
[07:14.69]When I unleash these beastly hordes on your CD stores
[07:17.46]Wanna stop it: you gon' need a priest, at least three swords
[07:19.99]A license to ill from the Beastie Boys, three Ouija boards
[07:22.79]A squeegee and please be warned, don't ask for what the squeegee's for
[07:25.19]Or the holy water, acid raps that'll eat these floors
[07:27.76]Eat a hole in a rhyme book, you see these horns?
[07:30.53]And as for me, you ask when I'm gone "will he be mourned?"
[07:33.70]Is puke luke warm? Should Casey Anthony do porn?
[07:37.26]Can that chick fit a new born dead baby inside her fricking shoebox
[07:40.59]With a shoehorn, smothered in chloroform so she can go get her groove on?
[07:44.65]Can she duct tape and Velcro a fetus? Joell yo,
[07:47.15]Tell Joe I need his empty box from his old shell toed Adidas
[07:50.51]So I can put these babies in the fetal position, they're getting elbows to the penis
[07:55.34]Yeah big deal. I took some little kids Big Wheel
[07:57.60]And spit in his frickin big kids meal
[07:59.24]Quit tryna bite me and pinch you wench sit still
[08:01.92]Did you just put your six inch heel through my Benz windshield?
[08:05.02]Is it dust we bout to kick up?
[08:07.22]Can Yelawolf fit a fifth of rum in a big cup? Between his stick shift in his frigging pickup Yelawolf
[08:12.02]And drink like a hick redneck hillbilly will till he gets hicc-ups?
[08:15.75]Flipping the script up like Mike Vick
[08:17.34]Get bit in his junk by a pit, yup I'm a sick pup
[08:20.82]I'd be a horrible magician
[08:22.20]Cause I'd fuck that trick up
[08:23.80]Fix your lips up to say something fly, or zip up
[08:26.66]A B, Let's C, you said you were gonna do X-Y-Z
[08:29.85]Till you fuck around and get dropped like an E
[08:32.03]When you add an I-N-G
[08:33.19]Don't put a K in front of that though, when I MC
[08:35.88]Cause I'm not the king of this microphone booth
[08:37.70]It's more like a phone booth
[08:39.10]Superman in this bitch, kryptonite won't do
[08:41.60]It gives me more power, I bump the Fat Boys and
[08:44.28]Eat rat poison, take meteor showers
[08:46.74]Fresh outta the mental hospital
[08:48.83]And me not flossing a middle finger while I hop in a mosh pit
[08:51.84]will be like Nas doing gospel or R&B, you crazy?
[08:54.51]Me pushing up daisies, that thought is impossible
[08:57.05]As it flashing across the news, Posdnuos was caught with a prostitute. Posdnuos
[09:00.51]With a huge Johnson, boobs and a monstrous tube of lube
[09:03.01]And a bra, some boots, some panties and a aqua blue Mazda
[09:05.72]Swallowing a popsicle, playing tonsil pool
[09:08.69]So kill the rumors it ain't happening
[09:10.84]I'ma rap 'till I'm fossil fuel
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