[Intro: Eminem]. Welcome to Detroit. This is the BET Shady 2.0 Cypher 2011. Myself Slaughterhouse and Yelawolf. White dog get 'em!. [Verse 1: Yelawolf]. Put these muthafuckas in a box and I send 'em away. Put em in a gray 'llac and pop the trunk. And throw em in the back jack ha dig 'em a grave. Put a brick inside that Xerox when I print 'em a page. Moving keys I can relate cause I live in the cage. I throw up the A I take 'em to school I give them a grade. An easy E for effort that's the 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 'em a sound in a room full of deceivers and clowns. Who believe in 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'll just feed 'em a cow. Plenty of white boys to pick from this year. But before you 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 is like putting Nikes. on a cheetah. Better speed up or at least in my case Adidas. I'm out this bitch drinking Sprite by the two-liter. [Verse 2: Joe Budden]. Say I'm from the new school I'mma say check your tone. and watch your mouth. If they teaching how to Dougie I'm condoning dropping out. Forced to wild y'all birthed me then gave me up. I just perfected being hip hop's foster child. Now check it: don't blame y'all for being trash fans are copping it. The radio's the crime scene the masses are the hostages. In my youth I'd throw shots the fad was dodging it. I'm grown: I ain't watching the throne I'm sabotaging it. You see that 4-headed monster in the storm looms. Snipe 'em from a distance: the scope got a long zoom. You Super Mario thugs is in the wrong room. Gotta figure here you won't get bigger if you on shrooms. If it was left to me I'd revive what the game be 'bout. I woulda took the Wine outta Amy House. Enough raps from you scrub cats bout cockin' a snub back. Wayne couldn't teach me how to love that. But I have this chick from uptown she my summer bunny. Both parents broke but she come from money. Think my bread is her paper to burn. So I lock her out and now she doubt David is Stern. She's so bad I make her hit the telly from a taxi. Then dead her in the Holiday Inn learned that from Max B. That's why haters envy kinda wanna send me llamas. I made it right before their 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's thick so the critics ignored. So unafraid to die you'd think I did it before. The boy's Rodman with the trash talk Magic or Walt. With the black ball way I bounce off the asphalt with cat paws. Glass jaw Hood of your mask will be the Blackfoot with. no passport. Body be found in a mansion in one of my trapdoors. If punks had award you status whores categore. Probably be that of awards between Michael Rappaport. and Kenny Latimore. I know hip hop's alive and well. If it died you other crews wouldn't survive the smell. [Verse 3: Crooked I]. I spot a victim the plot'll thicken when the clock is ticking. I caught him slipping I gotta give him a shot. I hit him with proper spittin' hottest writtens and compositions. So competition's a contradiction somebody mention they. got a Crooked. Highly fiction we probably different got Gotti henchmen. Opposition I'll body quick as Bugatti engines. I'm on a mission to get richer the sickest lyric kicker. Digging a ditch for different spitters weak 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 even. Open season heart close to freezing. Ruthless as Eazy nigga approach I'm squeezing believe me. Dopest Westcoaster breathing. So most ya hope I'm vegan nope I'm 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 you 'bout to die in this cypher. Before you die you should do the Jada and leave a Will. [Verse 4: Joell Ortiz]. 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 they'll remove your snaps. You ain't cool you wack with your foolish act. Skinny jeans don't mean your ass shoot it means. your booty claps. Don't play like Tyler Perry. This the Slaughterhouse of pain flow brown tight and heavy. When it come to 16's I'm a fiend. Seen in the studio near a needle with a mean lean. Probably writing bars to Nas' Thief's Theme getting. my Yaowa on. Man all these Olajuwons we the dream team. This is an all day slaughter. They fiendin' for us to break like Beyonce's water. The four quarters doing all the eating. And y'all gotta know why I made the cut I'm Puerto Rican. Ortiz keep they fire ready. And tryna put me out's like tryna steal a transvestite from Eddie. [Verse 5: Royce Da 5'9"]. I'm do or die dope and you can make the sticker sitting. 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 Jayden Smith. I tell you 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 San. Or I'mma 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 Deebo thing. Spiritual steelo swing like Cee-Lo Green. Get out the camera with yo B Roll bling you know your. flow is wack. We cornered the market like a Wal-Mart in a cul-de-sac. Yeah this is what two million singles sold the album is gold. Look like without having to sell your soul. [Verse 6: Eminem]. Ayo lyrical miracle spiritual individual criminal. Subliminal in your swimming pool. You're about to see peace destroyed it'll never be restored. When I unleash these beastly hordes on your CD stores. Wanna stop it? You gon' need a priest at least three swords. A license to ill from the Beastie Boys three Ouija boards. A squeegee and please be warned don't ask what the. squeegee's for. Or the holy water acid raps 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 new born dead baby inside a fricking. shoebox. With a shoehorn and smother it 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 toed 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 frickin. big kids meal. Quit tryna bite me and pinch you wench sit still. Did you just put your six inch heel through my Benz. windsheild?. Is it dust we bout to kick up?. Can Yelawolf fit a fifth of rum in a big cup. Between in stick shift in his frigging pickup. And drink like a hick redneck hillbilly will 'til he gets hiccups. Flipping the script up like Mike Vick. Getting bit in his junk by a Pit yup I'm a sick pup. I'd be a horrible magician cause I'll fuck a trick up. Fix your lips up to say something fly or zip up. A B let's C you said you were gonna do X-Y-Z. 'til 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. I'm not the king of the microphone booth. it's more like a phone booth. 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'll. 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 and a aqua blue Mazda. Swallowin' a popsicle playing tonsil pool. So kill the rumors it ain?t happening I?mma rap 'til I'm fossil fuel