bet shady 2.0 cypher

, welcome to detroit, this is the bet shady 2.0 cypher 2011, myself, slaughterhouse and yelawolf, white dog, get em!, put these muthafuckas in a box and i send 'em away, put 'em in a gray 'lac and pop the trunk, hey throw 'em in the back, jack, i dig 'em a grave, put a brick inside that xerox, when i print 'em a page, moving keys i can't relate, cause i live in a cage, i throw up the a, i take 'em to school, i give em a grade, an easy e for effort, that's wwa, white with an attitude, alphabet soup is on my plate, all i got is z's they sleeping on me, i can't get 'em awake, i spoon feed them the sound in a room full of deceivers and clowns, who believe they making it rain cause all they see is the clouds, and i watch from the couch of the vip, like a potato with a bunch of meatheads like fuck it, i just feed em a cow, plenty of white boys to pick from this year, but before you can pick a pepper, you better pick up your heater, cause even peter piper could pick up a mic, but what it's like to pick a fight with me, it's like putting nikes on a cheetah, betta speed up, or at least in my case addidas, i'm out this bitch drinking sprite by the 2 liter, holler, shady records, say i'm from the new school, i'ma say check ya tone and watch ya mouth, if they teaching how to dougie, i'm condoning dropping out, forced to wile, y'all birthed and gave me up, i just perfected being hip hops foster child, now check it, i don't blame y'all for being trash fans and copping it, the radio's the crime scene the masses are the hostages, in my youth i'd throw shots, the fan would dodging it, i'm grown, i ain't watching the throne, i'm sabotaging it, you see that four headed monster and the storm looms, snipe 'em from a distance, the scope got a long zoom, you super mario thugs is in the wrong room, got a figure here you won't get bigger if you on shrooms, was left to me i'd revive what the game be 'bout, i'da took the wine outta amy house, enough raps from you scrub cats about cocking a snub back, wayne couldn't teach me how to love that, but i got this shit from uptown, she my summer bunny, both parents broke but she comes from money, think my bread is her paper to burn, so i lock her out and now she doubt david is stern, she so bad i make her hit the telly from a taxi, then dead her in that holiday inn, learnt that from max b, that's why the haters of every kind wanna send me llamas, i made it right before they eyes like i was benihanas, is it me? or is what i'm hearing just pitiful?, airwaves the same now the stereo's typical, my skin thick so the critics ignore, so unafraid to die you think i did it before, the boys rodman with the trash talk, magical walk with the black ball way i bounce off the asphalt with cat paws, glass jaw, hoody and mask would be the black folk with no passport, body be found in the mansion in one of my trap doors, if pumps had awards ya status whore category, probably be that of awards 'tween michael rappaport and kenny lattimore, i know hip hops alive and well, if it died, you other crews wouldn't survive the smell, i spot a victim, the plot'll thicken when the clock is tickin', i caught em slippin', i gotta give em a shot, i hit em with proper spittin', hottest writtens and compositions, so competition's a contradiction, somebody mentioned they got it crooked, highly fiction, we probably different, got gotti henchmen, opposition our body quick as bugatti engines, i'm on a mission to get richer, the sickest lyric kicker diggin' a ditch for different spitters, sweet lyricists get disfigured, sip liquor, spit like a sick mixture, of notorious pun and l get the big picture, the poster i'll roast ya, my mind so deadly it's just like the beanie is close to a holster, it's over control my whole coastal region like i'm supposed to, flow is going postal evening, open season, heart close to freezing, ruthless is easy nigga, approach i'm squeezing, believe me, dopest west coaster breathing, so most y'all hope i'm vegan, no pun, beefing, rappers need to keep it trill, give me a beat to kill too many people still eating sleeping pills, people sleeping on my ether skills, and y'all ain't even real, we about to die in this cypher, before you die you should do the jada and leave a will, foreal, yaooowa, i ain't a rap dude, i'm a dude who rap, before this i was moving crack, killers y'all become when y'all rhyme, i salute and dap, and if i blink then remove ya snaps, you ain't cool you wack, with ya foolish yac's? skinny jeans don't mean ya ass shoot, it means ya booty claps, don't play like tyler perry, this the slaughterhouse of pain, flow brown, tight and heavy, when it comes to sixteen's i'm a fiend feinding a studio, near a needle with a mean lean, probably writing bars to nas "thief theme", getting my yaowa on, may all the olajuwon's be the dream team, this is an all day slaughter, they feindin for us to break like beyonce's water, the four quarters doing all the eating, and you gotta know why i made the cut, i'm puerto rican, ortiz keep the fire ready, and tryna put me out's like tryna steal a transvestite from eddie, i'm do or die dope, and you can make the sticker sittin' on the door, of that phantom your suicide note, hi rihanna. is nicki living with you? let me know, so i can buy binoculars and telescopes, hi rihanna. i don't need to know you better, you tell me you love my music again, we go together, bye rihanna. now back to y'all fools, we rock out like the outside of a guitar school, thousand dollar frames, i prefer to see the world through, don't ask me nothing bout budden, i beat my girl too, you ask me why do i keep her? i say it's cheaper to, that's why i ride around in a rolls like wiz khalifa do, rappers, i'm your daddy, i tell you straight as this, you don't kill but your father will like jaden smith, i tell ya like i tell my spanish chick, you fly but i ain't going down on no landing strip, so get your wax on like daniel-son, or i'ma have to run like de la hoya in drag when cameras come, point out the greatest rapper alive i headshot 'em, smack his girl on the butt and buy her some red bottom, bring every deceased rapper back to see his wife, while i'm cyber sexing with jessica alba, via skype, i'm on my d-boy, d-bo thing, spiritual steelo swing like cee-lo green, get out the camera with yo b roll bling, you know your flow is whack, we cornered the market like a wal-mart in a cul-de-sac, yeah, this what 2 million singles sold and a album that's gold, look like, without having to sell your soul, nickle, wait, can i rap?, ayo. lyrical miracle spiritual individual criminal subliminal, in your swimmin' pool, you 'bout to see peace destroyed, it'll never be restored, when i unleash these beastly hoards on your cd stores, wanna stop it, you gon' need a priest and at least three swords, a license to ill from the beastie boys, 3 ouija boards, and a squeegee and please be warned don't ask for the squeegees for, or the holy water, acid rap that'll eat these floors, eat a hole in a rhyme book, you see these horns?, and as for me, you ask when i'm gone "will he be mourned?", is puke luke warm? should casey anthony do porn?, can that chick fit a newborn dead baby inside a freakin' shoebox, with a shoehorn, smothered in chloroform so she can go get her groove on?, can she duct tape and velcro a fetus? joell yo, tell joe i need his empty box from his old shell toe adidas, so i can put these babies in the fetal position, they're getting elbows to the penis, yeah, big deal. i took some little kids big wheel, and spit in his fricken big kids meal, quit tryna bite me and pinch, you wench, sit still, you just put your six inch heel through my benz windshield?, is it dust we bout to kick up?, can yelawolf fit a fifth of rum in a big cup?, between a stick shift in his fricken pick up, and drink like a hick, redneck, hillbilly will till he gets hiccups?, flippin' the script up like mike vick, get bit in his junk by a pit, yup i'm a sick pup, i'd be a horrible magician, cause i'd fuck that trick up, fix ya lips up to say something fly, or zip up, a-b? let's c. you said you were gonna do x-y-z, till you fuck around and get dropped like an e, when you add an i-n-g, don't put a k in front of that though, when i mc, cause i'm not the king of this microphone booth, it's more like a phonebooth, superman in this bitch, kryptonite won't do, it gives me more power, i bump the fat boys and, eat rat poison, take meteor showers, fresh outta the mental hospital and me not flossing a middle finger, while i hop in a mosh pit, will be like nas doing gospel or r&b, you crazy?, me pushing up daisies? that thought is impossible, as if flashing across the news, posdnuos was caught with a prostitute, with a huge johnson, boobs, and a monstrous tube of lube, and a bra, some boots, some panties, in an aqua blue mazda, swallowing a popsicle, playing tonsil pool, so kill the rumors it ain't happenin', i'ma rap till i'm fossil fuel