SHADY CXVPHER Lyric - Eminem Ft Slaughterhouse & Yelawolf


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    SHADY CXVPHER Lyric - Eminem Ft Slaughterhouse & Yelawolf


    [Verse 1 - Crooked I:]
    My name is King Crooked, I snap on you rappers often
    When I'm spazzin' I'm just gettin' my passion and point across
    Like a hood cat clappin' his hands when he's talkin'
    Now that I got your attention, I feel I should really mention
    Don't come around here flossin', Big Willies, we really lynch 'em
    Pull out the chopper, rappers hittin' the ground
    Like every bar is a bullet, when I pull it, it sound like
    B-b-b-b-b a couple of bullets are comin' your way then it jam
    Like got damn
    Then I pick up somethin' quicker, start killin' everything in the vicinity
    The proximity, the Glocksimity, we on Yosemite Sam
    Bam, bam your body drop
    Van Damme, karate chop
    The Baretta's a better competitor
    Pop pop turn your sweater to a crop top
    Killin' you and whoever in that drop top
    Etcetera, etcetera and it will not stop
    Just shoot, shoot like doot doot
    And booku, booku, I'm cookoo
    I'm a star goin' to war with you clones like Count Dooku
    I'm worlds apart from you rappers
    Like I walk in the booth rockin' a biosuit made of plastic
    And NASA's galactic elastic travelin' through space, interstellar rapid
    Broadcastin' from uninhibited planets
    When I come back, that's it
    You see a flash in the sky, it's that nigga, I
    When I land, you wack niggas die
    And your casket is your last hit
    You wack bitch, fuckin' bastard
    Back to the hand clappin'
    You die quicker than Darren Wilson walkin' through Ferguson
    Dressed like the grand dragon of the Klan
    Passin' niggas with pants saggin'
    With their hand on a black Magnum
    To clap him backwords so their last words is [?]
    That's backwards for "Fuck them damn niggas"
    Buck them damn triggers
    Charge us, bodies fill up them damn rivers
    Cause everybody wanna be the best rapper alive
    But I only like dead rappers
    Compare me to the best rappers who died
    And you rappers I used to look up to
    I gotta cancel you now
    Like Simon Cowell, I can't let you ex factors survive
    Nah, the time's right and they finally limelightin' the god of this rhyme writin'
    My mic can only be likened to Poseidon's trident and Zeus' lightin' strike
    And my metaphors are what Thor was to the Norse viking
    I'm a born titan and at-point kill 'em like swordfightin'
    I'm slicin' organs with songwritin'
    I dwarf giants, I hope I'm rubbin' you pussies wrong sorta like poor dykin'
    I smoke philosophy, I snort science
    That means I'm higher than higher learnin', look in my eyes
    That's where the fire's burnin'
    Try to deny music's messiah returnin'
    You die and you fry in my iron furnace
    I am on my get rich and die tryin' like when Em was signin' Curtis cause I am murderous
    [Verse 2 - Joe Budden:]
    (Joe Budden, Jersey City, New Jersey)
    Now we can do this a couple of different ways, it really depends
    Could give them classic NY jeans over the Timbs
    Or I could spit about my car and how it sit on the rims
    I could tell you why I'm hot and disappear like MIMS
    But the bars there, put that on God, ask an atheist
    And if ain't a bomb at least I'm in the blast radius
    I'm beating these kids' indictment, shit, I like the terror
    APB on my actions, I'm in the viking era
    Moment of truth, I give you facts right now
    Fuck the cypher, my mind ain't on rap right now
    So it's fuck metaphors and punches, all the witty shit
    Got a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
    Face says I been stressed
    I got an aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
    Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for the promo
    Shit that bothered from the start
    Cause the cancer left his lungs and it's on my grandfathers heart
    Yeah, just not decided to be his own
    I'm supposed to put that to the side when the beat is on
    I'm planning the funeral, I'm getting the hearse ready
    These niggas only wanna ask me if the verse is ready
    Not the how do I feel, not the how do I deal
    If that's the life, nigga, then how is it real?
    These last couple of days I've been speaking to my peers
    Giving them cries for help, I guess they need to see the tears
    But wait, wildest part of all of that is
    They'll shoot a suicidal rapper right here on the bridge
    But fuck it, gotta pardon 'em, shout out to my squad and 'em
    House Gang, Shady, I'm gone, nigga, my job is done

    [Verse 3 - Yelawolf:]
    Yelawolf, Gadsden, Alabama
    My name is Wayne, I'm from Alabama
    Here's the back story
    I just fell off the turnip truck with Ernest Tubb
    I'm 33, I've got 3 kids and I just popped 3 pills
    I don't know which one's which or what it's for
    Safe [?]
    I still smoke to the cigarette butt
    I still drink till I end up being that klutz
    Clumsy, self-destructive dummy
    Stumbling over my words, mumbling
    I'll probably do it tonight
    Leave the bar, leave the car
    And pass out like a fetus in a jar with my feet up to the stars
    And dream about that light that leads up to the lord
    I have nightmares about my momma getting beat up in the yard
    Wake up feeling like half a human
    Hit the studio and unleash this guilt and regret
    For my lack of union between rap, you and the rock and roll community
    For unity between country music and MCs, I'm claiming immunity
    Still I'm working, sawing, milling this tree
    Building this house exactly the way Charlemagne the god and Lord Jamar thought it would be
    Wait a minute... the lord and the god hate me
    Jesus Christ, I am the white devil!
    Nah...
    I'm still working, sawing, milling this tree
    Building this house exactly the way I thought it should be
    Wanna take a tour? Let's see
    I've got floor-to-ceiling windows and a cabin-style mansion
    Books, bears, trucks, boats, tyres, spares, four-wheelers
    Three-wheelers, two-wheelers, a drug dealer on call
    Plaques on the wall, racks on the wall for my guns on the wall
    Lift gets low while there's chop shops, hi tops, low tops, cowboy boots
    Ditsy flags, American flags, Slumerican tags on my Slumerican ass
    CEO
    I've got my name on the bathrobe, and the flame on the back porch is lit
    Guess who's coming to dinner?
    André 3000 and Hank the Third, go figure
    I've got two stand-up jetskis, a top pedigree horse, just a pet to feed of course
    Who rides a horse in an ash field? I might
    I've got bicycles for the kids, tricycles for the babies
    And mateys, bottle rockets, bottles in my pocket
    Moonshine, gold watches, gold rings
    All fake, no bling, don't hate, that's my thing
    I've got new clothes, old clothes, vintage, tremendous, endless style
    Goodwill loves me Mackle-more than you
    I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat
    All the latest CDs and P3s and Beats by Dre
    Thank you very much, Jimmy Iovine for the check
    I've got my black woman fine as she can be

    [Verse 4 - Joell Ortiz:]
    But these cyphers, I treat 'em like a war, don't want no mediators
    Nah, this that grow up in the P's behavior, next door to the greasy neighbors
    People thank you, I do this for all the mean creators
    I was someone who never needed favors to get where I'm at
    Now they deem me a savior
    But to be honest I ain't feelin' like that, I just really like rap
    I'm not lucky, trust me
    I'm opposite the hands of Sandusky
    With the shit that my pen states, these rappers can't touch me
    Ugly? Shit, you serious? I'm hideous
    I was better than all you silly kids when I was tryna find out who I really is
    As a younger dude, life was somethin' rude
    I barely made it to the first like a Cutler move
    No rubber groove on my shoes had to fight, so suspensions
    I had 3 in one week, yeah that was public school
    Did I say 3 in 1? That's funny cause there's 4 of us in the Slaughter
    That's 3 to 1, I learned that in public school too
    Like what's in between a 3 and 1 and House Gang, I spoke to all 3 on 1 call
    Like I dropped 2 albums and #3 is 1 second from bein' done
    Just need y'all 3 to send me 1 verse apiece
    For this Heatmakerz beat and brothers keep it 1
    Simple mathematics, I'm addin' up to all these rap addicts
    I don't like to divide dough so I multiply flow
    And subtract maggots
    Like a brand new craftmatic boy I'm back at it
    Smokin' these new boys like my last habit
    Dabnabbit I tried to quit but everything I kick's like the last dragon
    Hoes suckin' my drummer dick, they on my bandwagon
    I just gotta laugh cause y'all pushin' a lot of swag
    I'm pushin' this big ole hearse, don't get body bagged

    [Verse 5 - Royce Da 5'9":]
    These new rappers be askin' me
    Why I don't be hangin' out where they be hangin' out
    I tell 'em, I say "Look, lil nigga listen here"
    If I don't got no business there, I don't got no business there
    See there's a difference here
    You hustlin' so you can be seen
    Nigga I'm grindin' so I can disappear
    I don't do it like other rappers do
    When it's on time it's skull and bone signs at the stu
    We got guns you only find on your cheat code screen
    If you think I remind you of any of these niggas you wildin' out
    Like Chico Bean
    When there's drama I don't ask no questions, I just clap in that direction
    I look at this gat like it's an actual accessory
    I'm anti-social so relax when you step to me
    Nigga I shoot the breeze with actual weaponry
    Your lil' stare downs won't fare well
    I got a pale conscience, I'm the grey area
    Last person I had a bond with was a bail bondsman
    Now imagine me hangin' with y'all and we rappin' on the same song
    Nigga I'd rather juggle a couple of chainsaws
    Or run through hell with a pair of gasoline Hanes on
    I'm a star but not on some I wanna be a star kinda shit
    The only celebrity that give a fuck less than me is Marshawn Lynch
    Glock in the stash as a backup but the MAC'll burst
    Cripple your style, your first born child'll come out
    With a colostomy bag as the afterbirth
    I don't give a fuck
    Nigga I'll show up to Beyonce's show posin' as Jay Z
    Stagger in your studio session with a bomb strapped to my chest
    Lookin' like Omarion holdin' his baby
    Jump in the 4 door Mercedes with a .44 listenin' to JoJo and KC
    Drinkin' and sniffin' enough blunts that it got me thinkin' that I can exchange sicknesses
    This ebola for rabies
    That's it, just livin' the rapper life
    Banana clip in the air, lookin' like it's 'bout to start singin' it's MAC tonight
    MACs, I use this MAC as a component for thugs rollin' up
    I got this MAC on and you better stay in that corner
    Cause shit can turn into that song except I don't give a fuck what day it is
    I'll have this club goin' up, fuck with me
    Mack magnet, attractin' enormous green
    Slap this clip in this gat then call this arm Christy Mack
    Cause this bitch is stacked, war machine
    Life of a giant, but who needs size when you're wack and your team's soft
    Drag your girl down this hill 'til she admits that it feels like she's jackin' the beanstalk
    We both got marketing plans
    Yours is to sell records and try to net more than you gross for
    Mine is to punch you in your face if you ever disrespect me
    And then go invest into a grocery store
    Rolled up with the Smith & Wesson and drew on you like let's fight now
    I do numbers, I turn you and your crew into two plumbers
    Translation, get your shit together and pipe down
    Fuck a mic, I don't write, I chew and spit
    I'll shoot you and your sis if you insist
    I got my eyes on the barrel
    Silence is so big it look like I got Bobby Schmurda tied to the barrel
    And he doin' this

    [Verse 6 - Eminem:]
    (My name is Marshall
    I'm repping that motherfucking Motor City, bitch)
    I just turned Slaughterhouse to a quintet
    Began to trend set, murdered the friend's pet
    Made shit as ill as it can get went in depth
    Like a fucking vignette and two bars skins wet
    I'm already covered in sweat
    I wasn't even ready to come in yet
    AHH, let me set this drink down
    Beat up a gal, start beef with a pal
    Probably be wild 'til I'm wrinkled and senile
    And "Rap God" was a freestyle
    Off the top of the dome piece while I was sleep on the couch
    And I'm freestyling now
    I need a towel, sweat leaks from my brow
    It's burning my eyes, my cerebral is foul
    Cause shit I'm thinking about should be illegal
    I need my head banned like the guy who left Cleveland Ohi-
    And went to South Beach with his talents
    Scream "fuck you" on the way out and wink with a smile
    This whole game can eat a dick, I'm going back deep underground
    But right now I'm back on that bullshit and you I'm singling out
    Cause you're so fucking outdated you should mingle a while
    What the fuck is this clusterfuck of busters
    Bunch of Buster Douglas', motherfuckers is one hit wonders
    One swing and you're crowned
    Knocked one out the park, one catchy jingling now
    You think you fucking with me cause you sold like 300 thou
    Bitch, I can jump without my feet ever leaving the ground
    Reach up, swing from a cloud with 3 thousand people around
    Evil and vile enough to leap in the crowd
    And heave a child in a sink hole on Cinco De Mayo
    When I'm sprinkled in pico de gallo
    Mardi Gras beads in a towel
    I just made that up
    I don't know much Spanish, I'm not bilingual
    But I'll show you a Mexican stand off
    Between just these two amigos
    Cause neither really wants to say what we're thinking outloud
    But I sure as fuck think I know how rebody English, no doubt
    Cause we're trying to kill each other, but lyrically
    The fuck is humility? What is a real emcee?
    Royce, he came up in the shit with me
    Never spit that hustling shit, it wasn't a fit for me
    Let them adjust 'til they just get the gist of me
    Just not giving a fuck and plus with the history
    And muscular distrophy, it wasn't a mystery
    Why this middle finger was stuck in this upper-positony
    So what in the fuck is a list to me?
    I'm used to not being on it, I expect it out 'em
    Heck, man, I get my respect without 'em
    And really been into diamonds since I put my first record out
    But I could put a chain around my second album
    And wear it as a neck medallion
    Became a millionaire, went downhill from there
    Became civil, office swivel chair, sterling silverware
    Screaming life is still unfair til I get a real career
    The fuck am I gonna do until then? This job is too fulfilling
    Two gazillion pairs of super villain shoes to fill in
    And a mood to kill till I apply my Coupe DeVille
    To some children at the food pavilion at Build A Bear
    Warrior's mind, I'm pro [?] on euphoria
    In the drum imperium line, I'm soaring
    I'm pouring Vicodin four at the time ignoring the warning signs
    Full on untill I go four wheeler driving
    Going violent and whore firing
    You surely won't find a more important
    With this glorious rhyme with
    But I finger her like a witness, show me a line-up
    I usually am abusive, but excuse me, m'am
    I guess I must've threw you for a loop like toucan Sam
    When I said I could use the sample cause you'se a tramp
    But look how you react to this trigger like
    When I call you a bigger dyke than the Hoover Dam
    You playing right in Lex Luthor's hands
    It's such a ruthless plan, might even lose a fan
    But fuck it, Superman wouldn't change in a phone booth for Stan
    I'm a brand new being like Grand Puba's band
    Happy as Anderson Cooper having a tuba crammed
    In his pooper with lubricant, wait, that's two, I can't
    Since honesty is the best policy I'll give you the old college try
    Try to acknowledge my mistakes, probably won't qualify
    As a gentleman and a scholar, but it's time that I swallow pride
    To say that I'm sorry, sorry that I can't apologize
    I think of all the times I compromised my bottom lines
    And thought of rhymes that sodomized your daughters minds
    Then I'm like dollar signs
    But I may fight for gay rights especially if they dyke
    It's more of a knockout than [?] Rice
    Play nice, bitch, I punchline [?]
    In the face twice like Ray Rice in broad daylight
    And in plain sight of the elevator surveillance
    Til her head is banged on the railing
    Then celebrate with the Ravens
    Never dated an [?] that self-medicates with inhalers
    I meditate, but I may need a better way to escape
    The aggression, rage and the anger
    Cause them restraints on the ankles
    Heavyweights [?] with handcuffs in in chains
    This ain't enough to contain it
    But I still get the same respect as Jay if I came on
    Stage in a fucking [?] everyday and it's clayborn
    Devastated from breakup with Kate Hudson
    Wait, slut your friends, what are they gonna say
    Cause makeup ain't gonna cover
    That eye that's seven/eights of the way shut
    Peppersprayed with your face cut
    Made my bank like a lay up
    Of these effing skanks on the way up
    Oh, bitch thinks she's heaven sent
    It's evident that she ain't never been with seven inches
    Yes, I said seven, I measured it
    Seven inches from the floor
    While I'm standing on the fourth floor balcony
    Get to sharing when I'm stretching it
    Bitch, I'm a pimp so a limp dick is all you'll ever get
    So if she's hesitant to get the hint
    I'll bet you that I get the message sent who she's messing with
    Eloquent when I tell a chick not to never use sex as a weapon
    When I step in and beat the wrenched wench with a crescent wrench
    Extrastential[?] detriments to a lesbian devil
    In the a presence stench of an estrogen level
    That separatists like a Chechnian rebel
    And pressavist[?] with a pencil
    A pessimist, with his lips pressed against
    The edge of this threshold [?]

    Oh in the Shady 2.0
    We wrote in roman numerals like they do for the Super Bowls
    Cause it's supposed to confuse you hoes
    The flows lose you as usual, so juvenile
    2 year old when I go to the studio
    It's only music but don't be foolish though
    You don't know me through it ho but you can blow me to it though
    In my homie's Buick
    Been known to lose it though so if I overdo it you drove me to it
    When I step in the vocal booth like I'm supposed to do
    And I murder you on a fuckin' track like Tony Stewart
    In one take, if I fuck up I don't redo it
    You couldn't sound grown on a beat if you were moaning to it
    The day I don't say fuck you all, you can throw me through it
    Rootin' this, tootin' this, shootin' this from the hip
    [?]
    With the women, I'm an enemy to them
    And the epitome of an inconsiderate idiot
    But they consider me equivalent to chlamydia
    They tryna get rid of me [?]
    But I stiggity stand for the figgity flag
    Of the United States and the freedom, I distribute these raps through
    And if I catch you doing anything
    Hindering or prohibiting that after I give me that
    Tattoo of your lips on my ass I'mma be literally
    Pickin' up and deliberately rippin' the Statue of Liberty at you WOOOOH

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