[Intro: Eminem] [bad word] to Detroit
This is the BET, Shady 2.0, Cypher 2011
Myself, Slaughterhouse and Yelawolf
White Dawg get em

[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
Put these [bad word] in a box and I send em away
Put em in a gray 'llac and pop the [bad word] And throw em in the back, jack
Ha, dig em a grave
Put a brick inside that Xerox when I print up a page
Moving keys I can relate
Cause I live in the cage
I throw up the I take em to school
I give them a grade
An easy 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word]  drinking Sprite by the two-liter
Holler
Shady Records

[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 spitting
Hottest writtens [bad word] 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 [bad word] as Eazy [bad word]  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 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 [bad word] like De la Hoya in drag when [bad word] 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-ing 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 Roll bling
You know your flow is wack
We cornered the market like a Wa