Eminem - Shady 2.0 Bet Hip-Hop Cypher Lyrics

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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

Float 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 that?

Getting my Yaowa on may all the Olajuwon's be the dream team

This is an all day slaughter they feindin for us to break like Beyonce's water

The four quarters doing all the eating and you gotta know why I made the cut I'm Puerto Rican

Ortiz keep the fire ready

And tryna put me out's like tryna steal a transvestite from Eddie

Royce Da 5'9":

I'm do or die dope

And you can make the sticker sittin 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? my girl too

You ask me why do I keep her? I say it's cheaper too

That's why I ride around in a rose like Wiz Khalifa do

Rappers I'm your daddy I tell you straight as this

You don't kill but your father will like jaden smith

I tell ya like I tell my Spanish chick

You fly but I ain't going down on no?

So get your wax on like Daniel-son

I'm a have to run like De La Hoya in drag when cameras come

Point out the greatest rapper alive I red dot '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 d-bo thing

Spiritual steelo swing like cee-lo green

Get out the camera with yo B Roll bling

You know your flow is whack

We cornered the market like a walmart in a culdesac

Yeah this what 2 million singles sold and a album that's gold

Look like without having to sell your soul

Nickle

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Eminem:

Lyrical miracle spiritual individual criminal

Subliminal in your swimming pool

You 'bout to see peace destroyed

It'll never be restored

When I unleash these beastly hoards on your CD stores

Wanna stop it you gon need a priest and at least three swords

A license to I'll from the Beastie Boys 3 ouija boards

And a squeegee and please be warned don't ask for the squeegees for

Or the holy water acid rapper that'll eat these floors

Eat a hole in the rhyme book you see these horns?

And as for me you ask where I'm going will he be mourned?

Is puke luke warm? Should Casey Anthony do porn?

Can that chick fit a newborn dead baby inside her freakin shoebox

With a shoehorn smother 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 toe 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 fricken big kids meal

Quit tryna bite me and pinch you win sit still

You just put your six inch heel through my Benz windshield?

Is it dust we bout to kick up?

Can Yelawolf fit a fifth of rum in a big cup?

Between a stick shift in his fricken pick up

And drink like a hick redneck hillbilly will till he gets hiccups?

Flippin the script up like Mike Vick

Get bit in his junk by a pit yup I'm a sick pup

I'd be a horrible magician

Cause I'd fuck that trick up

Fix ya lips up to say something fly or zip up

A-B? Let's C. You said you were gonna do X-Y-Z

Till 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

Cause I'm not the king of this microphone booth

It's more like a phonebooth

Superman in this bitch kryptonite won't do

It gives me more power I bump the fat boys and

Eat rat poison and take meteor showers

Fresh outta the mental hospital and me not flossing a middle finger

While I hop in a mosh pit will be like Nas doing gospel or R&B you crazy?

Me pushing up daisies that thought is impossible

Is it 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 an aqua blue Mazda

Swallowing a popsicle playing tonsil pool

So kill the rumors it ain't happenin

I'm a rap till I'm fossil fuel

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