[Eminem:]
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Welcome to Detroit
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This is the BET Shady 2.0 cypher 2011
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Myself, Slaughterhouse and Yelawolf
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[Yelawolf:]
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Put these muthaf-ckas in a box and I send 'em away
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Put em in a grade lac and pop the trunk
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Hey throw em in the back, jack hi, dig 'em a grave
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Put a brick inside that Xerox, when I print 'em a page
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Moving keys I can't relate, cause I live in a cage
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I throw up the A, I take 'em to school
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I give em a grade
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An easy E for effort
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That's WWA, white with an attitude
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Alphabet soup is on my plate
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All I got is Z's they sleeping on me, I can't get 'em awake
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I spoon feed them the sound in a room full of deceivers and clowns
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Who believe they making it rain cause
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All they see is the clouds
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And I watch from the couch of the VIP like a potato with a bunch of
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Meatheads like fuck it
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I just feed em a cow
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Plenty of white boys you can pick from this year
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But before you can pick a pepper, you better pick up your heater
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Cause even Peter Piper could pick up a mic but what it's like to pick a
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Fight with me
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It's like putting Nikes on a cheetah with a speedo or at least in my case
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Addidas
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I'm out this bitch drinking Sprite by the 2 liter
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Holla, Shady records
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[Joe Budden:]
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Say I'm from the new school, I'm a say check ya tone and watch ya mouth
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If they teaching how to dougie, I'm condoning dropping out
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Forced a while you birthed and gave me up
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I just perfected being hip hops foster child, now check it
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I don't blame y'all for being trash fans and copping it
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The radio's the crime scene the masses are the hostages
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In my youth I throw shots, the fan would dodging it
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I'm grown, I ain't watching the throne, I'm sabotaging it
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You see that four headed monster and the storm looms
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Snipe 'em from a distance, the scope got a long zoom
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You Super Mario thugs is in the wrong room
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Got a figure here you won't get bigger if you on shrooms
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If it Was left to me I would revive what the game be 'bout
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I'da took the wine outta Amy's house
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Enough raps from you scrub cats about cockin a snub back
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Wayne couldn't teach me how to love that
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But I got this shit from uptown, she my summer bunny
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Both parents broke but she cum from money
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Think my bread is her paper to burn so I lock her out and now she doubt
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David is Stern
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She so bad I make her hit the telly from a taxi and dead her in that
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Holiday inn
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Learnt that from Max B
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That's why the haters empty condo on a semi lamas
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I made it right before the eyes like I was Beni hanas
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Is it me, or is it what I'm hearing is pitiful
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Airwaves the same now the stereo's typical
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My skin thick so the critics ignore
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So unafraid to die you think I did it before
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The boys Rodman with the trash talk
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Magic or Ward with the black ball the way I bounce off the asphalt with cat
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Paws
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Glass jaw, hoody and mask will be to blackfoot with no passport
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Body be found in the mansion in one of my trap doors
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If punks had awards ya status whore categore
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Propbably that, Michael Rappaport and Kenny Lattimore
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I know hip hops alive and well
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If it died, you other crews wouldn't survive the smell
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[Crooked I:]
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I spot a victim, the plot'll thicken when the clock is ticken
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I caught em slippin, I gotta give em a shot, I hit 'em with proper spittin
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Hottest writtens and compositions, so competitions a contradiction
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Somebody mentioned they got it crooked, highly fiction, we probably
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Different, got Gotti henchmen, opposition our body quick as Bugatti engines
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I'm on a mission to get rich, the sickest lyric kickin' diggin a dish for
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Different spittas
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We lyricists get disfigured, sip liquor
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Spit like a sick mixture
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Notorious Pun and L get the big picture
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The poster I'll roast ya, my mind so deadly it's just like the beanie is
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Close to a holster
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It's over control my whole coastal region like I'm supposed ta
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Flow is going postal even, open season
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Heart close to freezing, ruthless is easy
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Approach I'm squeezing, believe me
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Dopest west-coaster breathing
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So most ya'll hope I'm vegan, no pun, beefing
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Rappers need to keep it trill
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| Give me a beat to kill too many people still eating slee |
