BET Hip Hop Awards 2011 Shady-Yelawolf
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TXT BET Hip Hop Awards 2011 Shady-Yelawolf 文本歌词
Welcome to Detroit
This is the BET Shady 2 0 Cypher 2011
Myself Slaughterhouse and Yelawolf
White Dawg get 'em
Thank you cracker king
Put these mothaf**kas in a box then I send 'em away
Put 'em in a gray 'llac and pop the trunk
And throw 'em in the back jack ha dig 'em a grave
Put a brick inside that Xerox when I print up a page
Movin' keys I can relate 'cause I live in the 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 sleepin' 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 makin' 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 f**k 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 puttin' Nikes on a cheetah
Better speed up or at least in my case Adidas
I'm out this b***h drinkin' Sprite by the two-liter
Holler Shady Records
Say I'm from the new school
I'ma say Check your tone and watch your mouth
If they teachin' how to Dougie I'm condonin' droppin' out
Forced to wild y'all birthed me then gave me up
I just perfected being hip-hop's foster child now check it
Don't blame y'all for being trash fans are coppin' it
The radio's the crime scene the masses are the hostages
In my youth I'd throw shots the fad was dodgin' it
I'm grown I ain't watchin' the throne I'm sabotagin' it
You see that four-headed monster in the storm looms
Snipe 'em from a distance the scope got a long zoom
You Super Mario thugs is in the wrong room
Gotta figure here you won't get bigger if you on shrooms
If it was left to me I'd revive what the game be 'bout
I'd have took the wine outta Amy house
Enough raps from you scrub cats 'bout cockin' a snub back
Wayne couldn't teach me how to love that
But I got this chick from uptown she my summer bunny
Both parents broke but she come from money
Think my bread is her paper to burn
So I lock her out and now she doubt David is Stern
She's so bad I make her hit the telly from a taxi
Then dead her in the Holiday Inn learned that from Max B
That's why the haters envy kinda wanna send me llamas
I made it right before their 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's thick so the critics ignored
So unafraid to die you'd think I did it before
The boy's Rodman with the trash talk
Magic or Walt with the black ball
Way I bounce off the asphalt with cat paws glass jaw
Hood of your mask will be the Blackfoot with no passport
Body be found in a mansion in one of my trapdoors
If punks had award you status w***es categore
Probably be that of awards
Between Michael Rappaport and Kenny Lattimore
I know hip-hop's 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 him slippin' I gotta give him a shot I hit him
With proper spittin' hottest writtens and compositions
So competition's a contradiction
Somebody mention they got a Crooked highly fiction
We probly different got Gotti henchmen
Opposition I'll body quick as Bugatti engines
I'm on a mission to get richer the sickest lyric-kicker
Diggin' 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 goin' postal even
Open season heart close to freezin'
Ruthless as Eazy n***a approach I'm squeezin'
Believe me d**est West-Coaster breathin'
So most y'all hope I'm vegan nope I'm beefin'
Rappers need to keep it trill give me a beat to kill
Too many people still eatin' sleeping pills
People sleepin' 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 for real
I ain't a rap dude I'm a dude who rap
Before this I was movin' crack
Killers y'all become when y'all rhyme I salute and dap
And if I blink they'll remove your snaps
You ain't cool you wack with your foolish act
Skinny jeans don't mean your a*s shoot
It means your booty claps
Don't play like Tyler Perry
This the Slaughterhouse of pain flow brown tight and heavy
When it come to 16's I'm a fiend
Seen in the studio near a needle with a mean lean
Probably writin' bars to Nas' Thief's Theme
Gettin' my Yaowa on
Man all these Olajuwons we the dream team
This is an all day slaughter
They fiendin' for us to break like Beyonce's water
The four quarters doin' all the eatin'
And y'all gotta know why I made the cut I'm Puerto Rican
Ortiz keep the fire ready and tryin' to put me out
Is like tryin' to steal a transvestite from Eddie
I'm do-or-die d**e and you can make the sticker sittin' on the door of that Phantom your suicide note
Hi Rihanna Is Nicki livin' 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 nothin' about 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 landin' strip
So get your wax on like Daniel San or I'ma have to run
Like De la Hoya in drag when cameras come
Point out the greatest rapper alive I'll headshot him
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-sexin' 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 your B-Roll bling
You know your flow is wack
We cornered the market like a Wal-Mart in a cul-de-sac
Yeah this is what two million singles sold
And an album that's gold
Look like without having to sell your soul
Nickel
Ayo lyrical miracle spiritual individual criminal
Subliminal in your swimming pool
Boooooo
You're 'bout to see peace destroyed it'll never be restored
When I unleash these beastly hordes on your CD stores
Wanna stop it You gon' need a priest at least three swords
A license to I'll from the Beastie Boys
Three Ouija boards and a squeegee and please be warned
Don't ask what the squeegee's for
Or the holy water acid raps that'll eat these floors
Eat a hole in a rhyme book you see these horns
And as for me you ask when I'm gone will he be mourned
Is puke lukewarm Should Casey Anthony do porn
Can that chick fit a newborn dead baby inside a frickin' shoebox with a shoehorn
Smothered 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-toed Adidas
So I can put these babies in a fetal position
They're gettin' elbows to the penis
Yeah big deal I took some little kid's Big Wheel
And spit in his frickin' big kids meal
Quit tryna bite me and pinch you wench sit still
Did 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 his stick shift in his frigging pickup
And drink like a hick redneck hillbilly will 'til he gets hicc-ups
Flippin' the script up like Mike Vick
Gettin' bit in his junk by a Pit yup I'm a sick pup
I'd be a horrible magician 'cause I'd f**k a trick up
Fix your lips up to say somethin' fly or zip up
Aye B let's seeyou said you were gonna do X-Y-Z
'til you f**k 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 phone booth
Superman in this b***h Kryptonite won't do
It gives me more power
I bump the Fat Boys and eat rat poison take meteor showers
Fresh outta the mental hospital
And me not flossin' a middle finger while I hop in a mosh pit
Will be like Nas doin' gospel or RByou crazy
Me pushin' up daisies that thought is impossible
As if flashin' 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
Swallowin' a popsicle playin' tonsil pool
So kill the rumors it ain't happenin' I'ma rap 'til I'm fossil fuel
