[Intro: to Detroit This is the BET, Shady 2.0 Cypher Myself, and Yelawolf White get em
[Verse 1: Put these muthafuckas in a box and I em away Put em in a gray and pop the trunk And throw em in the back, jack; ha, dig em a Put a brick inside that when I print up a page Moving keys I can relate, cause I live in the I up the A, I take em to school I give a grade An E for effort, that's WWA White with an soup is on my plate All I got is Z's sleeping on me I get em awake I spoon em a sound In a room full of and clowns Who believe in making it rain cause all see is the clouds And I watch from the couch of the VIP a potato With a bunch of meatheads, like it I'll just em a cow Plenty of White to pick from this year But before you pick a pepper, you better up your heater even Peter Piper could pick up a mic But what it's like to pick a fight me Is like putting Nikes on a cheetah, speed up Or at least in my Adidas I'm out bitch, drinking Sprite by the two-liter Shady
2: Joe Budden] Say I'm from the new school, I'mma say check your tone and watch your If they teaching how to Dougie, I'm condoning out Forced to wild, y'all birthed me gave me up I just perfected being foster child, now check it Don't blame y'all for trash, fans are copping it The the crime scene, the masses are the hostages In my youth I'd shots, the fad was dodging it I'm grown: I watching the throne, I'm sabotaging it You see that four-headed monster in the looms Snipe 'em from a distance: the got a long zoom You Mario thugs is in the wrong room figure here, you won't get bigger if you on shrooms If it was to me, I'd revive what the game be 'bout I'd 've the wine outta Amy house Enough raps from you scrub cats bout cockin' a back couldn't teach me how to love that But I got this chick uptown, she my summer bunny Both parents broke, but she come money Think my bread is her to burn So I her out, and now she doubt David is Stern She's so bad, I her hit the telly from a taxi Then dead her in the Inn, learned that from Max B That's why the haters envy, kinda send me llamas I made it right before their like I was Benihanas Is it me or is what I'm hearing pitiful Airwaves the same, now the typical My skin's so the critics ignored So unafraid to die, you'd think I did it The Rodman with the trash talk Magic or Walt the black ball Way I bounce off the with cat paws Glass jaw, Hood of your mask will be the Blackfoot no passport Body be found in a in one of my trapdoors If punks had award you whores categore Probably be that of awards between Michael Rappaport and Latimore I hip-hop's alive and well If it died, you other crews wouldn't survive the
3: Crooked I] I a victim, the plot'll thicken when the clock is ticking I caught him slipping, I gotta give him a I hit him with proper spitting, hottest and compositions So competition's a contradiction somebody they got a Crooked Highly fiction we probably different, got Gotti Opposition, I'll quick as Bugatti engines I'm on a mission to get richer, the sickest Digging a ditch for spitters Weak lyricists get Sip liquor, like a sick mixture Of Notorious, Pun and L, get the big The poster, I'll ya My mind so deadly it's just like the beanie is close to a It's over, control my coastal region Like I'm supposed to, flow is postal even season, heart close to freezing Ruthless as Eazy nigga, approach, I'm squeezing me Dopest Westcoaster breathing so most ya hope I'm Nope I'm beefing rappers need to it trill Give me a beat to Too many people still sleeping pills People sleeping on my ether And y'all even real, you bout to die in this cypher Before you die you should do the and leave a Will
[Verse 4: Ortiz] I ain't a rap dude, I'm a who rap Before this, I was moving Killers become when y'all rhyme, I salute and dap And if I blink, they'll your snaps You ain't cool, you wack your foolish act jeans don't mean your ass shoot, it means your booty claps Don't play like Tyler the Slaughterhouse of pain Flow brown, tight and it come to 16's, I'm a fiend Seen in the studio near a needle with a mean Probably bars to Nas' Thief's Theme getting my Yaowa on Man, all these Olajuwons, we the dream is an all day slaughter They for us to break like Beyonce's water The four doing all the eating And y'all gotta why I made the cut, I'm Puerto Rican keep the fire ready And tryna put me out's like steal a transvestite from Eddie
[Verse 5: Da 5'9"] I'm do or die dope, and you can make the sticker On the door of that Phantom, your suicide Hi Rihanna...is Nicki living you Let me know so I can buy and telescopes Hi Rihanna...I don't need to you better You tell me you love my music again, we go Bye Rihanna... now to y'all fools We rock out like the outside of a school Thousand dollar I prefer to see the world through Don't ask me nothing Budden, I beat my girl too You ask me why do I keep her, I say it's to why I ride around in a Rolls like Wiz Khalifa do Rappers I'm your daddy, I tell you as this You don't kill but your father will Jayden Smith I tell you I tell my Spanish chick You fly, but I ain't going down on no landing So get your wax on Daniel San Or I'mma have to run like De la Hoya in drag when cameras Point out the greatest rapper alive I head 'em Smack his girl on the butt and buy her red bottom every deceased rapper back to see his wife While I'm cyber-sexing with Jessica via Skype I'm on my D-boy, thing Spiritual steelo swing Cee-Lo Green Get out the camera yo B Roll bling You know your flow is We cornered the like a Wal-Mart in a cul-de-sac Yeah, is what two million singles sold and an album that's gold Look without having to sell your soul
6: Eminem] Ayo, lyrical miracle, individual, criminal Subliminal, in your swimming
You're about to see peace destroyed, never be restored I unleash these beastly hordes on your CD stores Wanna stop it: you need a priest, at least three swords A license to ill from the Beastie Boys, Ouija boards A squeegee and be warned, don't ask what the squeegee's for Or the water, acid raps that'll eat these floors Eat a in a rhyme book, you see these horns And as for me you ask when I'm gone, he be mourned ..is luke warm, should Casey Anthony do porn Can that chick fit a new born dead baby a fricking shoebox With a Smothered in chloroform so she can go get her on Can she tape and Velcro a fetus Joell, yo tell Joe I his Empty box from his old toed Adidas So I can put these babies in the position They're elbows to the penis Yeah big I some little kids Big Wheel and spit in his frickin big kids meal Quit tryna bite me and you wench sit still Did you just put your six inch heel my Benz windshield Is it we bout to kick up Can Yelawolf fit a of rum in a big cup Between his stick shift in his frigging And drink like a hick hillbilly will til he gets hicc-ups the script up like Mike Vick Getting bit in his by a Pit, yup I'm a sick pup I'd be a horrible magician I'll fuck a trick up Fix lips up to say something fly, or zip up A B, let's C, you said you gonna do X-Y-Z Til you fuck around and get dropped like an E when you add an Don't put a K in of that though, when I MC I'm not the king of this microphone booth It's more like a booth Superman in this bitch, Kryptonite do It gives me more power, I the Fat Boys and Eat rat poison, take meteor Fresh the mental hospital And me not flossing a middle finger while I hop in a pit'll Be like Nas gospel or R&B, you crazy Me pushing up daisies, thought is impossible As if flashing the news was caught with a prostitute With a johnson, boobs and a monstrous tube of lube And a bra, some boots, some panties and an aqua blue Swallowing a popsicle, playing pool So kill the rumors it happening I'mma rap 'til I'm fossil