Welcome to This is the BET Shady 2.0 2011 Myself, Slaughterhouse and
Put these muthaf-ckas in a box and I send 'em Put em in a lac and pop the trunk Hey throw em in the back, jack hi, dig 'em a Put a brick inside that Xerox, I print 'em a page Moving I cant relate, cause I live in a cage I throw up the A, I take 'em to I give em a An E for effort Thats WWA, white with an soup is on my plate All I got is Z's they on me, I can't get 'em awake I spoon feed them the sound in a full of deceivers and clowns who believe they making it cause All they see is the And I watch from the couch of the VIP like a potato with a of meatheads like it I feed em a cow Plenty of white boys you can pick this year But before you can a pepper, you better pick up your heater Cause even Peter Piper could pick up a mic but what its like to a fight me It's like putting Nikes on a cheetah with a speedo or at least in my Addidas I might drink Sprite by the 2 litre Holla, Shady
[Joe Say I'm from the new school, I'ma say ya tone and watch ya mouth If they teaching how to dougie, I'm dropping out Forced a while you and gave me up I just perfected hip hops foster child, now check it I blame y'all for being trash fans and copping it The radio's the crime scene the masses are the In my I throw shots, the fan would dodging it I'm grown, I aint watching the throne, I'm it You see that four headed monster and the storm Snipe 'em a distance, the scope got a long zoom You Mario thugs is in the wrong room Got a figure you won't get bigger if you on shrooms Was left to me I would revive the game be 'bout I'da took the wine outta house Enough raps from you scrub cats about cocking a back couldn't teach me how to love that But I got this shit from uptown, she my bunny parents broke but she comes for money Think my is her paper to burn so I lock her out and now she doubt David is She so bad I her hit the telly from a taxi and dead her in that holiday inn Learnt from Max B Thats why the empty condo on a semi lamas I made it right before the like I was Beni hanas Is it me, is what I'm hearing this Airwaves the now the stereo's typical My thick so the critics ignore So unafraid to die you I did it before The Rodman with the trash talk walk with the black ball way I bounce off the asphalt with cat paws Glass jaw, hoody and mask be the ? with no passport Body be in the mansion in one of my trap doors If pumps had awards ya whore categore Propbably that , Michael Rappaport and Kenny I hip hops alive and well If it died, you other crews wouldn't the smell
I] I a victim, the plot'll thicken when the clock is ticken I caught em slippin, I give em a shot, I hit 'em with proper spittin Hottest writtens and compositions, so a contradiction Somebody mentioned they got it crooked, fiction, we probably different, got Gotti henchmen, opposition our body as Bugatti engines I'm on a mission to get rich, the sickest lyric kickin' diggin a for different spittas We lyricists get disfigured, sip Spit like a mixture Pun and L get the big picture The poster I'll ya, my mind so deadly its just like the beanie is close to a holster It's over control my coastal region like I'm supposed ta Flow is going postal even, open Heart close to freezing, is easy Approach I'm squeezing, me Dope as is breathing So most hope I'm vegan, no pun, beefing Rappers need to it trill me a beat to kill too many people still eating sleeping pills People sleeping on my skills And ya'll aint even You 'bout to die in cypher before you die you should do the Jada and leave a Will
[Joeel I aint a rap dude, I'm a who rap Before this I was crack Killers y'all would when y'all rhyme I salute and dap And if I blink then remove ya snaps, you aint cool you With ya yac's? skinny jeans dont mean ya ass shoot It ya booty claps Don't play like Tyler Perry, this the Slaughterhouse of Float brown, and heavy it comes to sixteen's I'm a fiend feinding a studio Near a needle with a mean lean, probably writing bars ? my Yaowa on, may all the Olajuwon's be the dream team This is an all day slaughter they for us to break like Beyonce's water The four quarters all the eating and you gotta know why I made the cut, I'm Puerto Rican Ortiz keep the ready and tryna put me out's tryna steal a transvestite from Eddie
Da 5'9'] I'm do or die And you can make the sticker on the door Of that your suicide note Hi Rihanna.. Is Nicki living with Let me know So I can buy and telescopes Hi Rihanna.. I need to know you better You tell me you my music again, we go together Bye Rihanna.. Now to y'all fools We rock out like the outside of a guitar Thousand dollar frames, I prefer to see the through Don't ask me nothing Budden, I ? my girl too You ask me why do I keep her? I say cheaper too why I ride around in a rose like Wiz Khalifa do Rappers, I'm your daddy, I you straight as this You don't kill but your father like jaden smith I tell ya like I tell my chick You fly but I going down on no landing strip So get your wax on Daniel-son I'm a have to run like De La Hoya in when cameras come out the greatest rapper alive I red dot '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 Alba, via I'm on my d-boy, thing Spiritual steelo swing cee-lo green Get out the with yo B Roll bling You know flow is whack We cornered the market like a in a culdesac Yeah, this what 2 singles sold and a album that's gold Look like, without having to sell soul
Lyrical, miracle, spiritual, criminal Subliminal, in swimming pool
You 'bout to see peace It'll never be When I these beastly hoards on your CD stores stop it, you gon need a priest and at least three swords A to ill from the Beastie Boys, 3 ouija boards And a and please be warned don't ask for the squeegees for Or the holy water, acid rapper that'll eat floors Eat a hole in the rhyme book, you see horns? And as for me, you ask I'm going will he be mourned? Is puke luke warm? Casey Anthony do porn? Can that chick fit a dead baby inside her freakin shoebox with a shoehorn, in chloroform so she can go get her groove on? Can she duct tape and Velcro a Joell yo, Tell Joe I need his empty box from his old shell toe So I can put these babies in the fetal position, they're getting to the Yeah, big deal. I took little kids big wheel And spit in his fricken big kids Quit tryna me and pinch, you win sit still You just put your six inch heel through my windshield? Is it dust we to kick up? Can Yelawolf fit a fifth of rum in a big Between a stick shift in his pick up And like a hick, redneck, hillbilly will till he gets hiccups? Flippin the up like Mike Vick Get bit in his by a pit, yup I'm a sick pup I'd be a horrible Cause I'd f*ck trick up Fix ya lips up to say fly, or zip up A-B? Let's C. You said you gonna do X-Y-Z Till you around and get dropped like an E When you add an 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 phonebooth in this bitch, kryptonite won't do It gives me more power, I bump the fat and Eat rat poison, and meteor showers Fresh outta the mental and me not flossing a middle finger While I hop in a pit, will be like Nas doing gospel or R&B, you crazy? Me pushing up daisies, that is impossible Is it flashing across the news, Posdnuos was with a prostitute With a huge Johnson, boobs, and a monstrous tube of And a bra, some boots, some panties, and an aqua blue Swallowing a popsicle, playing tonsil So the rumors it ain't happenin I'm a rap I'm fossil fuel