Shady 2.0 - Bet Cypher Freestyle | Текст песни

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[Eminem]

Welcome to Detroit
This is the BET Shady 2.0 cypher, 2011
Myself, Slaughterhouse and Yelawolf

White dog, get 'em!

[Yelawolf]

Put these muthafuckas in a box and I send 'em away
Put 'em in a gray 'lac 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 up a page
Movin' keys I can relate, cause I live in a cave
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 Zs they sleepin' on me, I can't get 'em away
I spoon feed 'em inside of a room full of deceivers and clowns
Who believe they makin' 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 puttin' Nikes on a cheetah
I speed up, or at least in my case Adidas
I'm out this bitch drinking Sprite by the 2 liter..Holler.. Shady Records..

(Uh..)

[ Joe Budden ]

Man, I need the scratch to give me an ? man.. I'm 'bout to get 'em..

( Eminem )

Ayo..Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.. (Here you go..) Ok, go... Yeah, wait..Ok

[ Joe Budden ]

Say I'm from the new school
I'ma say check your tone and watch your mouth
If they teachin' how to Dougie, then I'm condonin' dropping out
Forced a while, y'all birthed me and gave me up
I just perfected bein' hip-hop's foster child
Now check it: don't blame y'all for being trash, fans are coppin' it
Radio's the crime scene, the masses are the hostages
In my youth I'd throw shots, the fan was dodgin' it
I'm grown: I ain't watchin' the throne, I'm sabotagin' 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
Got a 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 done took the wine out of Amy house
Enough raps from you scrub cats bout cockin' 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 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 the haters of every kind wanna send me Llamas
I made it right before their eyes like I was Benihannas
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 ignore it
So unafraid to die, you'd think I did it before
The boys Rodman with the trash talk
Magical wall with the black ball
Way I bounce off the asphalt with cat paws
Glass your, hoodie amass would be the black ? with no passport
Body be found in a mansion in one of my trap doors
If punks had awards you status whores categor-
Probably be that of a war between Michael Rappaport & Kenny Latimore
I know Hip-Hop's alive and well
If it died, you other crews wouldn't survive the smell..

(Ladies & Gentlemen... {you're scared now})

(Eminem: Make that face at 'em dawg)

(Crooked I.. Get 'em)

[Crooked I]

I squad a victim, the plot'll thicken when the clock is tickin'
I caught him slippin', I gotta give a shot
I hit him with proper spittin'
Hottest wr

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