[Intro: Welcome to This is the BET, 2.0 Cypher 2011 Myself, Slaughterhouse and White get em
[Verse 1: Put muthafuckas in a box and I send em away Put em in a gray and pop the trunk And throw em in the back, ha, dig em a grave Put a brick inside that when I print up a page keys I can relate, cause I live in the cage I throw up the A, I take em to I them a grade An easy E for effort, WWA White an attitude Alphabet soup is on my All I got is Z's sleeping on me I can't get em I spoon feed em a In a room full of deceivers and Who believe in making it rain cause all they see is the And I from the couch of the VIP like a potato a bunch of meatheads, like fuck it I'll feed em a cow Plenty of White boys to pick from year But you pick a pepper, you better pick up your heater Cause even Piper could pick up a mic But what it's to pick a fight with me Is like putting on a cheetah, better speed up Or at least in my case I'm out this bitch, Sprite by the two-liter Shady
2: Joe Budden] Say I'm the new school, I'mma say check your tone and watch your mouth If they teaching how to Dougie, I'm dropping out Forced to wild, birthed me then gave me up I just perfected hip-hop's foster child, now check it Don't y'all for being trash, fans are copping it The radio's the crime scene, the are the hostages In my youth I'd throw shots, the fad was it I'm I ain't watching the throne, I'm sabotaging it You see that four-headed in the storm looms Snipe 'em from a the scope got a long zoom You Super Mario is in the wrong room figure 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 the wine outta Amy house Enough raps from you scrub bout cockin' a snub back Wayne couldn't teach me how to love But I got this from uptown, she my summer bunny Both broke, but she come from money Think my bread is her paper to So I lock her out, and now she doubt David is She's so bad, I make her hit the from a taxi Then dead her in the Holiday Inn, learned that Max B That's why the haters envy, wanna send me llamas I made it before their eyes like I was Benihanas Is it me or is what I'm just pitiful Airwaves the same, now the typical My skin's thick so the ignored So unafraid to die, you'd think I did it The boy's Rodman the trash talk Magic or Walt the black ball Way I bounce off the asphalt cat paws jaw, Hood of your mask will be the Blackfoot with no passport Body be found in a mansion in one of my If punks had award you whores categore Probably be that of between Michael Rappaport and Kenny Latimore I know hip-hop's 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 give him a shot I hit him proper spitting, hottest writtens and compositions So competition's a contradiction somebody mention they got a Highly fiction we different, got Gotti henchmen Opposition, I'll body as Bugatti engines I'm on a mission to get richer, the lyric-kicker Digging a for different spitters Weak get disfigured Sip liquor, spit like a sick Of Notorious, Pun and L, get the big The poster, roast ya My mind so deadly it's just like the beanie is to a holster It's over, my whole coastal region Like I'm to, flow is going postal even season, heart close to freezing Ruthless as Eazy nigga, approach, I'm believe me Dopest breathing so most ya hope I'm vegan Nope I'm rappers need to keep it trill Give me a to kill Too people still eating sleeping pills sleeping on my ether skills And ain't even real, you bout to die in this cypher Before you die you should do the and leave a Will
4: Joell Ortiz] I ain't a rap dude, I'm a who rap Before this, I was moving Killers y'all when y'all rhyme, I salute and dap And if I blink, remove your snaps You cool, you wack with your foolish act Skinny jeans don't mean your ass shoot, it means your booty Don't like Tyler Perry This the of pain brown, tight and heavy When it come to 16's, I'm a Seen in the studio near a with a mean lean writing bars to Nas' Thief's Theme getting my Yaowa on Man, all Olajuwons, we the dream team This is an all day They fiending for us to break Beyonce's water The four quarters all the eating And y'all gotta know why I the cut, I'm Puerto Rican Ortiz keep the ready And tryna put me out's like tryna steal a transvestite from
[Verse 5: Da 5'9"] I'm do or die dope, and you can make the sitting On the door of Phantom, your suicide note Hi Rihanna...is Nicki with you Let me so I can buy binoculars and telescopes Hi Rihanna...I don't need to know you You me you love my music again, we go together Bye Rihanna... now to y'all fools We rock out like the outside of a school Thousand dollar frames I prefer to see the through Don't ask me nothing 'bout Budden, I 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 daddy, I tell you straight as this You don't kill but your father will like Smith I tell you like I tell my Spanish You fly, but I ain't down on no landing strip So get your wax on Daniel San Or I'mma have to run like De la Hoya in when cameras come Point out the greatest rapper alive I shot 'em Smack his girl on the butt and buy her red bottom Bring every deceased rapper back to see his While I'm with Jessica Alba via Skype I'm on my D-boy, Deebo Spiritual steelo swing like Cee-Lo Get out the camera with yo B Roll You know your is wack We the market like a Wal-Mart in a cul-de-sac Yeah, this is two million singles sold and an album that's gold Look like without to sell your soul
6: Eminem] Ayo, miracle, spiritual individual, criminal Subliminal, in swimming pool
You're about to see peace destroyed, it'll never be When I unleash these beastly hordes on CD stores Wanna stop it: you gon' need a priest, at least swords A license to ill from the Beastie Boys, Ouija boards A squeegee and please be warned, don't ask what the for Or the holy water, acid raps eat these floors Eat a hole in a rhyme book, you see these And as for me you ask when I'm gone, he be mourned ..is puke luke warm, should Casey Anthony do Can that chick fit a new dead baby inside a fricking shoebox With a Smothered in chloroform so she can go get her on Can she duct tape and a fetus Joell, yo Joe I need his Empty box from his old shell toed So I can put these babies in the fetal They're elbows to the penis Yeah big I took some little kids Big Wheel and spit in his big kids meal tryna bite me and pinch you wench sit still Did you just put six inch heel through my Benz windshield Is it dust we to kick up Can fit a fifth of rum in a big cup Between his stick shift in his frigging And drink like a hick redneck hillbilly will til he hicc-ups Flipping the script up like Mike bit in his junk 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, C, you said you were 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 I'm not the king of this microphone booth It's like a phone booth in this bitch, Kryptonite won't do It gives me power, I bump the Fat Boys and Eat rat poison, take showers Fresh outta the mental And me not a middle finger while I hop in a mosh pit'll Be like Nas gospel or R&B, you crazy Me pushing up daisies, thought is impossible As if flashing across the Posdnuos was with a prostitute With a huge johnson, and a monstrous tube of lube And a bra, some boots, some panties and an blue Mazda Swallowing a popsicle, tonsil pool So kill the it ain't happening I'mma rap 'til I'm fuel