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"