[Intro: to Detroit This is the BET, Shady 2.0 2011 Myself, and Yelawolf Dawg get em
[Verse 1: Put muthafuckas in a box and I send em away Put em in a 'llac and pop the trunk And throw em in the back, ha, dig em a grave Put a inside that Xerox when I print up a page Moving keys I can relate, I live in the cage I throw up the A, I em to school I give a grade An easy E for effort, WWA White with an Alphabet soup is on my All I got is Z's they on me I get em awake I feed em a sound In a full of deceivers and clowns Who believe in making it rain all they see is the clouds And I watch from the couch of the VIP like a With a bunch of meatheads, fuck it I'll just em a cow Plenty of White boys to pick this year But before you pick a pepper, you better pick up heater Cause 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 this bitch, drinking Sprite by the Shady
[Verse 2: Joe Say I'm from the new school, say check your tone and watch your mouth If teaching how to Dougie, I'm condoning dropping out Forced to wild, y'all birthed me gave me up I just being hip-hop's foster child, now check it Don't blame y'all for being trash, fans are it The radio's the scene, the masses are the hostages In my youth I'd throw shots, the fad was it I'm grown: I ain't the throne, I'm sabotaging it You see that monster in the storm looms 'em from a distance: the scope got a long zoom You Super thugs is in the wrong room Gotta here, you won't get bigger if you on shrooms If it was left to me, I'd revive what the game be I'd 've took the outta Amy house Enough raps from you cats bout cockin' a snub back Wayne couldn't teach me how to that But I got chick from uptown, she my summer bunny Both parents broke, but she from money Think my bread is her paper to So I lock her out, and now she David is Stern She's so bad, I make her hit the telly a taxi Then dead her in the Holiday Inn, learned from Max B That's why the haters envy, kinda wanna send me I made it right their eyes like I was Benihanas Is it me or is what I'm just pitiful the same, now the stereo's typical My skin's thick so the critics So to die, you'd think I did it before The boy's Rodman the trash talk Magic or Walt with the black Way I off the asphalt with cat paws Glass jaw, of your mask will be the Blackfoot with no passport Body be in a mansion in one of my trapdoors If had award you status whores categore Probably be that of awards Michael Rappaport and Kenny Latimore I know hip-hop's alive and If it died, you crews wouldn't survive the smell
[Verse 3: I] I spot a victim, the plot'll thicken when the is ticking I caught him slipping, I give him a shot I hit him with proper spitting, hottest and compositions So competition's a contradiction somebody they got a Crooked Highly we probably different, got Gotti henchmen Opposition, body quick as Bugatti engines I'm on a to get richer, the sickest lyric-kicker Digging a ditch for spitters Weak lyricists get Sip liquor, spit like a mixture Of Notorious, Pun and L, get the big The poster, roast ya My so deadly it's just like the beanie is close to a holster It's over, control my coastal region Like I'm to, flow is going postal even Open season, heart close to as Eazy nigga, approach, I'm squeezing believe me Dopest Westcoaster breathing so most ya I'm vegan I'm beefing rappers need to keep it trill Give me a to kill Too many still eating sleeping pills People sleeping on my skills And ain't even real, you bout to die in this cypher you die you should do the Jada and leave a Will
[Verse 4: Ortiz] I ain't a rap dude, I'm a who rap this, I was moving crack 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 Skinny jeans don't mean your ass shoot, it your booty claps Don't play like Tyler This the of pain Flow brown, tight and When it to 16's, I'm a fiend Seen in the studio near a needle a mean lean Probably writing bars to Nas' Thief's Theme 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 quarters doing all the And y'all gotta know why I the cut, I'm Puerto Rican Ortiz the fire ready And tryna put me out's like tryna steal a transvestite Eddie
5: Royce Da 5'9"] I'm do or die dope, and you can make the sitting On the door of that Phantom, suicide note Hi Rihanna...is Nicki with you Let me know so I can buy and telescopes Hi Rihanna...I don't need to you better You tell me you my music again, we go together Bye Rihanna... now back to y'all We rock out like the of a guitar school Thousand dollar frames I prefer to see the 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 That's why I ride in a Rolls like Wiz Khalifa do Rappers I'm your daddy, I tell you straight as You don't kill but your father will like Jayden I tell you like I my Spanish chick You fly, but I ain't going on no landing strip So get wax on like Daniel San Or have to run like De la Hoya in drag when cameras come Point out the greatest alive I head shot 'em Smack his girl on the butt and buy her red bottom Bring every rapper back to see his wife While I'm cyber-sexing Jessica Alba via Skype I'm on my D-boy, Deebo Spiritual steelo swing like Cee-Lo Get out the camera with yo B bling You know your is wack We cornered the market a Wal-Mart in a cul-de-sac Yeah, this is what two million singles sold and an that's gold Look like without to sell your soul
[Verse 6: Ayo, miracle, spiritual individual, criminal Subliminal, in your swimming
You're about to see destroyed, it'll never be restored When I unleash beastly hordes on your CD stores Wanna stop it: you gon' need a priest, at least swords A license to ill the Beastie Boys, three Ouija boards A and please be warned, don't ask what the squeegee's for Or the water, acid raps that'll eat these floors Eat a hole in a book, you see these horns And as for me you ask when I'm gone, will he be ..is luke warm, should Casey Anthony do porn Can that chick fit a new born baby inside a fricking shoebox With a Smothered in chloroform so she can go get her on Can she duct tape and Velcro a Joell, yo tell Joe I his box from his old shell toed Adidas So I can put these babies in the fetal getting elbows to the penis Yeah big I took some little kids Big Wheel and spit in his frickin big meal Quit tryna bite me and pinch you sit still Did you just put your six heel through my Benz windshield Is it dust we bout to up Can fit a fifth of rum in a big cup Between his stick shift in his frigging And like a hick redneck hillbilly will til he gets hicc-ups Flipping the script up like Mike Getting bit in his junk by a Pit, yup I'm a pup I'd be a horrible cause I'll fuck a trick up Fix your up to say something fly, or zip up A B, let's C, you said you gonna do X-Y-Z Til you fuck and get dropped like an E when you add an I-N-G Don't put a K in front of though, when I MC Cause I'm not the of this microphone booth more like a phone booth Superman in bitch, Kryptonite won't do It gives me power, I bump the Fat Boys and Eat rat poison, meteor showers outta the mental hospital And me not flossing a middle finger while I hop in a pit'll Be like Nas doing gospel or R&B, you Me pushing up daisies, that is impossible As if across the news Posdnuos was caught a prostitute With a huge johnson, boobs and a monstrous of lube And a bra, some boots, some panties and an aqua blue Swallowing a popsicle, playing pool So the rumors it ain't happening I'mma rap 'til I'm fuel