2011 BET Cypher-Eminem/Yelawolf/Slaughterhouse

[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 *********** 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 **** 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 *****, 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 ***** approach, I'm squeezing, believe me [03:57.31]****** 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 **** 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-***ing 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 **** 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 ***** [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 **** 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 **** 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 *****, 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 [09:12.84]