Eminem , Yelawolf , Dj Premier , Joe Budden , Crooked I , Joell Ortiz , Royce Da 5’9″

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[Eminem]

Welcome to Detroit

This is the BET Shady 2.0 cypher, 2011

Myself, Slaughterhouse and Yelawolf

White dog, get ‘em!

[ Yelawolf ]

Put these muthafuckas in a box and I send ‘em away

Put ‘em in a gray ‘lac 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

Movin’ keys I can relate, cause I live in a cave

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 Zs they sleepin’ on me, I can’t get ‘em away

I spoon feed ‘em inside of a room full of deceivers and clowns

Who believe they makin’ 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 puttin’ Nikes on a cheetah

I speed up, or at least in my case Adidas

I’m out this bitch drinking Sprite by the 2 liter..Holler.. Shady Records..

(Uh..)

[ Joe Budden ]

Man, I need the scratch to give me an ? man.. I’m ’bout to get ‘em..

( Eminem )

Ayo..Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.. (Here you go..) Ok, go… Yeah, wait..Ok

[ Joe Budden ]

Say I’m from the new school

I’ma say check your tone and watch your mouth

If they teachin’ how to Dougie, then I’m condonin’ dropping out

Forced a while, y’all birthed me and gave me up

I just perfected bein’ hip-hop’s foster child

Now check it: don’t blame y’all for being trash, fans are coppin’ it

Radio’s the crime scene, the masses are the hostages

In my youth I’d throw shots, the fan was dodgin’ it

I’m grown: I ain’t watchin’ the throne, I’m sabotagin’ 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

Got a 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 done took the wine out of 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 shit 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 of every kind wanna send me Llamas

I made it right before their eyes like I was Benihannas

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 ignore it

So unafraid to die, you’d think I did it before

The boys Rodman with the trash talk

Magical wall with the black ball

Way I bounce off the asphalt with cat paws

Glass your, hoodie amass would be the black ? with no passport

Body be found in a mansion in one of my trap doors

If punks had awards you status whores categor-

Probably be that of a war between Michael Rappaport & Kenny Latimore

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} )

( Eminem: Make that face at ‘em dawg )

( Crooked I.. Get ‘em )

[ Crooked I ]

I squad a victim, the plot’ll thicken when the clock is tickin’

I caught him slippin’, I gotta give a shot

I hit him with proper spittin’

Hottest writtens and compositions

So competition’s a contradiction, somebody mention they got a crooked

Holly 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 diggin’ a ditch for different spitters

Weak lyricists get dis-figured, 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 freezin’

Ruthless is easy

Approach, I’m squeezin’, believe me

Dopest West Coaster breathin’

So most ya hope I’m vegan, nope I’m beefin’

Rappers need to keep it trill

Give me a beat to kill, too many people still eatin’ sleepin’ pills

People sleepin’ 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.. fo’ real

[Joell Ortiz]

(Yaowa)

I ain’t a rap dude, I’m a dude who rap

Before this, I was movin’ crack

Killers y’all become when y’all rhyme I’m salutin’ that

And if I blink then remove your snaps

You ain’t cool, you wack with your foolish act

Skinny jeans don’t mean yo 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 16s, I’m a fiend

Seen in the studio near a needle with a mean lean

Probably writing bars that ? thieves ? gettin’ my Yaowa on

May all the Olajuwons be the dream team

This is an all day slaughter

They feignin’ for us to break like Beyonce’s water

The four quarters doin’ all the eatin’

And y’all gotta know why I made the cut, I’m Puerto Rican

Ortiz keep they fire ready

And tryina put me out’s like tryina steal a transvestite from Eddie.. Hahahaha.. Whoo!

Lyrics by Eminem Recovery Fanclub – www.p.ly/eminemfacebook

[ Royce ]

Yeah…

I’m do or die dope

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 nothin’ about 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 Jayden Smith

I tell you like I tell my Spanish chick

You fly, but I ain’t going down on no hairy shit

So get your wax on like Daniel-son

Or I’ma have to run like De la Hoya in drag when cameras come

Point out the greatest rapper alive I ___

Smack his girl on the butt and buy her some red bottoms

Bring every deceased rapper back to see his wife

While I’m cyber-sexin’ with Jessica Alba via Skype

I’m on my D-Boy D-Bo thing, spiritual steelo swing like Cee Lo Green

Get out the camera with your B- Roll bling

You know your flow is wack

We cornered the market like a Walmart in a culdesac

This what 2 million albums sold and an album that’s Gold

Look like without havin’ to sell your soul.. Nickel

[ Eminem ]

Wait can I rap?

(You da Boss, you better get ‘em)

Ayo…Lyrical miracle spirtual individual criminal subliminal

In your swimmin’ pool

(Boo.. Come on man, get back on.. Kick that shit)

You ’bout 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 me what the squeegee’s for

Or the holy water, acid raps that’ll eat these floors

Eat a hole in a rhyme book, do 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 freakin’ shoebox with a shoehorn,

Smother it 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 gettin’ elbows to the penis

Yeah big deal, I took some little kid’s big wheel and spit in his friggin’ big kids meal

Quit tryna bite me and pinch me, you win, sit still

Did you just put your six inch heel through my Benz windsheild?!

Is it dust we ’bout to kick up?

Can Yelawolf fit a fifth of rum in a big cup between his stickshift in his friggin’ pickup

And drink like a hick redneck hillbilly will till he gets hic-cups!?

Flippin’ the script up like Mike Vick gettin’ his junk bit by a pit, yup, I’ma 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? Lets see (C)

You said you were gonna do XYZ

Till you fuck around and get dropped like an E

When you add an I-N-G

Don’t put a K infront of that though, when I emcee (MC)

‘Cos I’m not the king of this microphone booth, its more like a phonebooth

Superman in this bitch, Kryptonite won’t do

It gives me more power, I bump the fat boys and

Eat rat poison and take meteor showers

Fresh outta the mental hospital and

Me not flossing a middle finger while I hop in a mosh pit

It’ll be like Nas doing Gospel or R&B… you crazy?

Me pushing up daises?

That thought is impossible

Is it flashing across the news? Pause the news

Was caught with a prostitute

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

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

Swallowin’ a popsicle, playin’ tonsil pool

So kill the rumors it ain’t happenin’

I’ma rap till I’m fossil fuel…