BET HIP HOP AWARDS Slaughter House Eminem Shady Cypher 2012

[Verse 1: "Joe Budden"] Slaughter House, 2012, Shady Cypher Royce, you always go first, let me get this, ha! I gotta stand on top of the building And when I finally fall evacuate women and children Loyalties instilled in, a dark and lonely spot Tell that bitch karma to jump of a bridge with Tony Scott I don't give a fuck what you asking for Done with you bitches, I was the ass ambassador I had so much ass I couldn't ask for more Drenched in gas, going to hell faster than the pastor's whore And normally I exude intelligence But I keep going back and forth tryna be celibate All these models trying to provoke me, but I keep on telling them That each one of them 50 Shades of Greys are lacking melanin I'm married to the game, it's a matrimony These phony chicks running up for me they sprayed Axe on me If I wasn't making music they'd probably not be In my lobby and I'd be searching for molly Getting in relationships every season With bad break-ups, so I'm sensitive for a reason And without all those trials and tribulations There wouldn't have been a mood music for your consideration Hey shorty, thanks for your participation Now go and join the Joe Budden Instagram nation Now I got a new chick Everybody looking at me like I'm stupid But they can suck an Avatar blue dick You look at me, and I'll show you how to love Got bitches, so I don't wanna be a wannabe thug Got riches, TLC told you they don't want no scrub Too many wanna be Crockets but don't wanna be Tubbs I say the things that nobody else'll say Let's clear this shit up, and hop up off that bidet You can smell irrelevance hella soon But a mouse'll always scare an elephant in the room [Verse 2: "Royce Da 5'9"] It's Nickel Nine, I'mma spit a fickle rhyme And add a line that'll talk about everytime And it's my BIG DICK I'mma give all these bitches a voice By getting them moist and giving them choice As long as they PICK IT Play with these kids on the track like Super 8 I'mma just keep on moving straight To the top while y'all losers wait And I guess you vegans don't like eating steak But I'mma eat, eat, eat, eat all day 'till Carlos Boozer shaves I'll swallow you and you'll go to the neck Of Joe Budden and all of a'sudden you'll slide through chest And land in the intestinal system Where Ortiz will export your knees exposing 'em And while you screaming for somebody to get you out Of the Slaughterhouse without a doubt Crooked I 'll shit you out I scream like this cause I wanna sound like 'Pac And I ain't no motherfucking joke but knock knock See, what they don't know is, that I'm using my style to my advantage I'll throw in jokes and screams and yells and other slick little antics The things that I'm doing and the way I'm doing 'em is so enchanting I know that you really can't stand it I don't give a fuck I'm just being pendantic Take my fade straight up, that's right I'm one on one You'll learn your lesson Seed of Smith and Wesson, son of a gun The second best rapper alive, and the angriest The only shadow I live in on the ground, you can't see it But it's cool, he's the white stallion and I'm the black steed 2012, Rocky Balboa and Apollo Creed Got the crowd hooping and hollering Soon as they hear the bell from the ring They hear the bada-bing Sick as a Kid Vishis, a trick would give bitches The dick then big riches Then had a career shorter than the memory of a kid That got fed, and goes to bed And right before he did, he forgets dishes Leave out the hospital in mid stitches And strut and shout Just to tell you fuck niggas to cut it out Hop out a kangaroo's mother's pouch Come the crazy house with a hard on An insane nut, I'm out [Verse 3: "Joell Ortiz"] Coming to spray the whole place down, anti-disinfectant cans We in this bitch like if Snooki was expecting twins Arachnophobia scaring the shit out of erected men You can't handle it pussy, head first to the C-section Mister I want to find a penis twista Fuck Mars I'm on Venus like I'm fucking Serena's Sister And now I wanna fuck Shaft daughter And when I'm done throw a radio and Blanka in her bath water That's what I call the electric slide Electrified revolution will not be televised Your album will come out the same day As Mathew McCounaughey Come out and say he openly gay I done took so many steps on planes That I done traveled more than Lebron James And I'll drop you lames like Game drop names Ridin' around and gettin' it with 2 Chainz Put me on a track with three other monsters And I'll give more life than a cheat code from Contra My weight go up and down like bar benches Or fucking bitches and giving them hard inches And gettin' going like car engines If a diamond is a girl's best friend Then a blow job is a best friend to a Puerto Rican Gotta have an ass, I mean cheeks fatter than a newborn She give head like she do porn Pussy so tight she need a shoe horn Pull here back stage and giver her that yaowa For an hour with the force of punky power I got a Snoop Dogg buzz cuzz Confident as a fat thick black chick And if she an actress she can get that dick On a hotel mattress but that's it Stick her with this Brooklyn Spanish cactus match stick One died but here's another sick one Puerto Rican in little Italy diddily Now that's a Big Pun [Verse 4: "Crooked I"] Ever since I been signed to Slim Shady And rhymed them M80's Phone lines, them been weighty Maybe they was looking for a nigga like Wayne Brady But I am insane crazy Sadam Hussein angry They can't tame me but they did push me You ain't never been on an episode of the Sopranos A day in your life and still a big pussy Kill yourself like Junior Seau It won't take no internet money transaction for you to Pay-Pal The top code of the streets is folding la sheets I'mma mute at a wedding forever holding my piece, Capeash? You in the cut on the block The ghost of the late Pac Could come and hand you a Glock And I'll bet my whole life in stock That you wouldn't even be able to go shoot a nut in a sock You so gay if you had it your way All shirts that had a heart on Would give other niggas a hard on Bite vicious as Royce little brother I son kids that's why they call me that Motherfucker You a cross between Peyton Manning and Dakota Fanning You a bigger joke than handing Akon lotion for tanning At ten till two, murder is what I'm finna do We can't wait to run into you Like that new Jordan tennis shoe Cain and Abel, that's a cool fable I'm calling the shots like I'm drowning you niggas in a pool table Sky rocket Headed straight for your eye socket Corner you with an eight ball, side pocket And in case you say that I lucked up You like an NFL replacement referee You got the game fucked up [Verse 5: ''Eminem''] You bout to witness a tragic Incident, insolent, accident If you think shits sweet, no Laxative But the way the shit is about to hit the fan It's like I told a whole bag of them Sick of them little pussies And it feels like I'm pulling out all magnus Out of your Cervix is it worth it I accidentally on purpose Sold you a pipe dream that was refurbished You don't gotta reword shit You the one that's nervous You don't deserve a squirt of piss Or my fliest bird shit Does little Wayne need a haircut? Or does he got a medium rare butt? Or is it raw cause it gets teared up? By a skateboarding hoarding male slut Or is Keinan and Kel getting in All of That Until it gets swells shut? Me and Michael Strahan go grab Lindsay Lohan Like a caveman and fill her up with grace until she says amen This gap between us is big as an erect penis Ewww, vomit she gives ill brain like a genius But I'mma turn this dirty slut to an honest clean seamstress But that's after I give her the D in old English That's right I got a whole squad Sick enough to have syphilis and go to unemployment And get a free blow job Now I got this juggernaut super group I feel like I just pooper scooped on the roof Of a Star Wars Storm Troopers coup Us falling off is not possible Unless Costco can run out of Tobasco sauce Or Rick Ross takes his beard and shaves it off We on top till Charles Barkley gets great at golf