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Eminem]
Welcome to
This is the BET, 2.0 Cypher 2011
Myself, and Yelawolf
White get em

1: Yelawolf]
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 that Xerox when I print up a page
Moving keys I can relate, cause I in the cage
I throw up the A, I take em to
I give them a
An easy E for effort, WWA
White with an
soup is on my plate
All I got is Z's sleeping 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 a potato
With a bunch of meatheads, fuck it
I'll feed em a cow
Plenty of White boys to pick this year
But before you pick a pepper, you pick up your heater
even Peter Piper could pick up a mic
But what it's like to a fight with me
Is putting Nikes on a cheetah, better speed up
Or at least in my case
I'm out this bitch, drinking Sprite by the

Shady

[Verse 2: Joe
Say I'm the new school, I'mma say check your tone and watch your mouth
If they how to Dougie, I'm condoning dropping out
Forced to wild, birthed me then gave me up
I just being hip-hop's foster child, now check it
Don't blame for being trash, fans are copping it
The radio's the scene, the masses are the hostages
In my youth I'd shots, the fad was dodging it
I'm grown: I ain't the throne, I'm sabotaging it
You see four-headed monster in the storm looms
Snipe 'em from a distance: the scope got a zoom
You Super Mario thugs is in the room
figure here, you won't get bigger if you on shrooms
If it was left to me, I'd what the game be 'bout
I'd 've took the wine outta Amy
Enough raps from you scrub cats bout a snub back
couldn't teach me how to love that
But I got this 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 doubt is Stern
so bad, I make her hit the telly from a taxi
Then dead her in the Holiday Inn, learned from Max B
That's why the haters envy, wanna send me llamas
I made it right before eyes like I was Benihanas
Is it me or is what I'm just pitiful
Airwaves the same, now the typical
My skin's so the critics ignored
So unafraid to die, you'd I did it before
The boy's Rodman the trash talk
Magic or Walt the black ball
Way I bounce off the asphalt with cat
jaw, Hood of your mask will be the Blackfoot with no passport
Body be in a mansion in one of my trapdoors
If punks had award you whores categore
Probably be that of awards between Rappaport and Kenny Latimore
I hip-hop's alive and well
If it died, you other crews wouldn't the smell

[Verse 3: I]
I spot a victim, the plot'll thicken when the clock is
I caught him slipping, I give him a shot
I hit him with proper spitting, 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 ditch for spitters
Weak get disfigured
Sip liquor, spit like a 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 to a holster
It's over, my whole coastal region
I'm supposed to, flow is going postal even
Open season, heart close to
Ruthless as Eazy nigga, approach, I'm believe me
Dopest Westcoaster breathing so most ya hope I'm
Nope I'm rappers need to keep it trill
me a beat to kill
Too many people eating sleeping pills
People on my ether skills
And y'all ain't 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
this, I was moving crack
Killers y'all become when y'all rhyme, I and dap
And if I blink, they'll remove snaps
You ain't cool, you wack with your act
Skinny jeans don't mean your ass shoot, it means your claps
Don't play like Perry
the Slaughterhouse of pain
Flow brown, tight and
When it come to 16's, I'm a
Seen in the studio a needle with a mean lean
Probably writing bars to Nas' Theme getting my Yaowa on
Man, all these Olajuwons, we the team
is an all day slaughter
They fiending for us to break Beyonce's water
The four quarters doing all the
And gotta know why I made the cut, I'm Puerto Rican
Ortiz keep the ready
And tryna put me like tryna steal a transvestite from Eddie

5: Royce Da 5'9"]
I'm do or die dope, and you can the sticker sitting
On the door of that Phantom, suicide note
Hi Rihanna...is Nicki with you
Let me know so I can buy binoculars and
Hi Rihanna...I don't need to know you
You tell me you love my music again, we go
Bye Rihanna... now back to fools
We rock out like the of a guitar school
Thousand frames I prefer to see the world through
Don't ask me 'bout Budden, I beat my girl too
You ask me why do I keep her, I say cheaper to
That's why I around in a Rolls like Wiz Khalifa do
Rappers I'm your daddy, I you straight as this
You don't kill but your father will like Smith
I tell you I tell my Spanish chick
You fly, but I ain't going down on no strip
So get wax on like Daniel San
Or I'mma have to run like De la Hoya in drag cameras come
Point out the greatest rapper alive I head 'em
Smack his girl on the butt and buy her some red
Bring every deceased rapper to see his wife
While I'm cyber-sexing with Jessica via Skype
I'm on my D-boy, thing
Spiritual swing like Cee-Lo Green
Get out the camera with yo B Roll
You know flow is wack
We cornered the market like a in a cul-de-sac
Yeah, this is what two million singles sold and an album that's
Look like without having to sell your

[Verse 6:
Ayo, miracle, spiritual individual, criminal
Subliminal, in your pool

about to see peace destroyed, it'll never be restored
When I unleash these beastly hordes on CD stores
Wanna it: you gon' need a priest, at least three swords
A to ill from the Beastie Boys, three Ouija boards
A squeegee and please be warned, don't ask what the for
Or the holy water, 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 puke 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
Empty box from his old shell Adidas
So I can put babies in the fetal position
They're getting to the penis
Yeah big
I some little kids Big Wheel and spit in his frickin big kids meal
tryna bite me and pinch you wench sit still
Did you just put your six inch heel through my Benz
Is it we bout to kick up
Can fit a fifth of rum in a big cup
Between his shift in his frigging pickup
And drink like a hick hillbilly will til he gets hicc-ups
Flipping the script up Mike Vick
Getting bit in his by a Pit, yup I'm a sick pup
I'd be a magician cause I'll fuck a trick up
Fix your lips up to say fly, or zip up
A B, let's C, you said you gonna do X-Y-Z
Til you fuck around and get dropped 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 king of microphone booth
more like a phone booth
Superman in bitch, Kryptonite won't do
It me more power, I bump the Fat Boys and
Eat rat poison, meteor showers
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 across the
was caught with a prostitute
With a huge johnson, boobs and a monstrous tube of
And a bra, some boots, panties and an aqua blue Mazda
Swallowing a popsicle, playing pool
So kill the rumors it happening
I'mma rap I'm fossil fuel