I throw up the A, I take 'em to school, I give 'em a grade Cheated death multiple times without rigging the deck ), Tried by 12 by East Flatbush Project (Ft. Ron Smith (aka Des)). And throw 'em in the back, jack; ha, dig 'em a grave I like writing, but I will stick this pencil in your ass, Us and Yelawolf like a heavy foot gas pedal push, Like we selling books, Dolly Parton style, melons mushed, If you could bottle my style and sell it to somebody, They call me Anchorman, I hold down the ship, If you want urine in your face, all you had to do was say, We came to monopolize the game, Illuminati is here, Yeah, human oddities, at odds with us, your squad's gotta be, So quit fucking the dog before we start calling YOU Bizarre, and the first one who pees gets a black eye, Nickel, I just picked up a Phantom, look how it rolls, Royce, Forearm feel like Thor's arm in a gang war, Coming up, never saw light, but never lost sight, Move to the beat of the same drum without Lex Luger, Cheated death multiple times without rigging the deck, There will be blood everywhere, you be laying on the Louboutin floor, And you going to need the best doctors, House nigga, I'm Mozart, I compose dark shit with no heart, Cause I drink creek water and spit the river Nile, And that's as close as I get to a pyramid, Yelling "Go Shady!" You know your flow is wack I’m looking for my perro, the one that they call Shady Fell in love with the shih-tzu, this missile's directed directly at you I bump the Fat Boys and eat rat poison, take meteor showers You must be huffing, fuck a ball sack You gon' need a priest, at least three swords. A psychotic rhymer, I'm kind of a (Dahmer) The boy's Rodman with the trash talk I don't need to know you better, Don't ask me nothin' about Budden, I beat my girl too, That's why I ride around in a Rolls, like Wiz Khalifa do, You don't kill, but your father will, like Jaden Smith, You fly, but I ain't going down on no landin' strip, Spiritual steelo swing, like Cee-Lo Green, Get out the camera with your B-Roll bling, We cornered the market, like a Wal-Mart in a cul-de-sac, Ayo, lyrical miracle, spiritual individual, criminal, Wanna stop it? Joell, yo, tell Joe I need his

I'd be a horrible magician, 'cause I'd fuck a trick up

They fiendin' for us to break, like Beyonce's water

On the side of a cliff in some hieroglyphics

Wayne couldn't teach me how to love that With a bunch of meatheads like, "Fuck it, I'll just feed 'em a cow." Told him all bitches rattle, pense que lo sabias

I spoon-feed 'em a sound in a room full of deceivers and clowns

They dumped unsuccessful acts like Stat Quo and Bobby Creekwater, and are rebooting with Slaughterhouse and Yelawolf. Before this I was movin' crack Hood of your mask will be the Blackfoot with no passport [Hook]

Forced to wild, y'all birthed me, then gave me up We probly different, got Gotti henchmen

Verses keep coming, I should invoice my own voice I write until my right arm veins sore My perros got my back loco, all through the night And if I blink, they'll remove your snaps To see your perro droppin' Pero esto no se va quedar asi Opposition, I'll body quick as Bugatti engines

With proper spittin', hottest writtens and compositions Shit, screw the pooch, y'all done raped a pitbull Yo soy Conejo Trix, the gates of Hell Before I write your shit, pause, inhaling hella kush And as for me, you ask when I'm gone, will he be mourned?

Ryan's a homicidal misfit, I write the solution of biophysics I'm grown, I ain't watchin' the throne, I'm sabotagin' it

And this is dedicated to my carnal, Shady Boy I’m looking for my perro, the one that they call Shady Is it me, or is what I'm hearing just pitiful? This game is over Piranha mentality with a Jaws bite all night I know you could tell by the tone of my voice If you could bottle my style and sell it to somebody

It's over, control my whole coastal region Yeah, big deal, I took some little kid's Big Wheel



[Verse 3: Crooked I] Or could it be the devil? Between Michael Rapaport and Kenny Lattimore Well, bitch, you ain't seen sicker Have you ever been so panicked in this paranoid dimension Like an E when you add an I-N-G Lil Shady Boy's "Tha Statement Pt. I'm grinding up rappers are lining up jackers, I'm climbing up ladders You see that four-headed monster in the storm looms? I stepped in a canton, they recognized my face [Verse 5: Crooked I] This is an all day slaughter

And this for these hoes who don't know me from a can of paint Then dead her in the Holiday Inn, learned that from Max B 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 [Verse 6: Eminem] 25th was the calle on a dark, lonely night

The talented Slaughterhouse quadruplet of Royce Da 5'9", Joell Ortiz, Joe Budden, and Crooked I come together with Yelawolf and Slim Shady himself for a posse cut built for Rap Genius to reverse-engineer, The title is a reference to the fact that Em’s label Shady Records recently revamped their roster. We rock out, like the outside of a guitar school

An easy E for effort; that's WWA I tell you like I tell my Spanish chick Everything you kick weak, your spit kung fughesi

Yeah, human oddities, at odds with us, your squad's gotta be So I'm well-prepped if you just want war I spot a victim, the plot'll thicken when the clock is tickin' (The gold hand) Tell me when and I'm there Sip liquor, spit like a sick mixture

Devour, polish it, politics Skinny-ass pants sagging, it's only yourself you playing Driving slower than an old lady, Give me peace sign on my grill, no Mercedes, You ain't fucking with Budden, you ain't got no choice with Royce. [Chorus: Eminem] If you could swallow my style, you'd probably rip your pants up

Fix your lips up to say somethin' fly, or zip up! I just perfected being hip-hop's foster child; now check it When the sun goes down, I show my wicked ways I got Jim Beam in the liver, getting head like clean clippers

Of Notorious, Pun and L; get the big picture? Think my bread is her paper to burn Who believe in makin' it rain 'cause all they see is the clouds Cause just like the rest I'll have these vatos R-I-P

We came to monopolize the game, Illuminati is here So where you at carnal? 'Cause even Peter Piper could pick up a mic If it died, you other crews wouldn't survive the smell Smothered in chloroform, so she can go get her groove on?

I'm on a mission to get richer, the sickest lyric-kicker



I made it right before their eyes, like I was Benihana's

[Verse 1: Shady Boy] Addicted to my dreams Red beams get your blast on Ear to the streets Like my face is on the asphalt Down to knuckle up And catch a muthafucking assault [Verse 3: Joell Ortiz] Empty box from his old shell-toed Adidas Should Casey Anthony do porn? When I throw up 16's like I drink liquor Crazy, how the fuck could you son me? Popping the trunk, my pump will stay cocking the round Probably writin' bars to Nas' "Thief's Theme" Cause after I spill you at the light, you be in a car pool

I’m roaming in the shadows and vatos can't locate me Will be like Nas doin' gospel or R&B—you crazy? [Outro: Eminem & Yelawolf]

'Til then I kill the bad man trying to slay me But what it's like to pick a fight with me By the way I'm higher than the Eiffel Tower tip All my homeboys, 2.0 Boys The South, the East, especially the West Can that chick fit a newborn dead baby inside a frickin' shoebox with a shoehorn, So I can put these babies in a fetal position. Type of guy that will drag five girls up on stage There will be blood everywhere, you be laying on the Louboutin floor

Bogart for arts, we go hard Enemigas they collapse like carga, it's that needle in my vein

This my admission to having violent psychotic wit People sleepin' on my ether skills The poster, I'll roast ya Anything que quieras, enemy in sight Movin' keys I can relate, 'cause I live in the cage Get out the camera with your B-Roll bling Fuck, I'm fucking heinous, I make you fucking famous

http://www.facebook.com/pages/BEST-of-Chicano-RAP/124897630925886 Bring every deceased rapper back to see his wife And that's as close as I get to a pyramid Quit tryna bite me and pinch, you wench, sit still!

My mind so deadly it's just like the beanie is close to a holster Must be outta your mind I’m roaming in the shadows and vatos can't locate me Me pushin' up daisies, that thought is impossible Will there ever come a day when they could slay me? Bitch, I'm on a trapeze with no legs in the dark

You couldn't muster up enough thought Nickel! All I got is Z's, they sleepin' on me, I can't get 'em awake Like drogas on the calles, these hynas get malillas Driving slower than an old lady That's why I ride around in a Rolls, like Wiz Khalifa do Snap out your dream, you gots to take action Produced by Yelawolf’s in-house producer, Will Power. I’m roaming in the shadows and vatos can't locate me Crazy, how the fuck could you son me? It means your booty claps You ain't fucking with Budden, you ain't got no choice with Royce Some panties, and an aqua blue Mazda They call me Anchorman, I hold down the ship

I'm a freak shows at the county carnival, then you paying

Now back to y'all fools With a huge johnson, boobs and a monstrous tube Both parents broke, but she come from money

I don't need the key to the game, I pick a mean lock Puffin' loosies, watching "I Love Lucy" with Gary Busey If the taints can't take you on a date, you mistake me for a gentleman
Keep your distance from idiots, cause the truth told Yo, I don't think they heard you, tell 'em again Skinny jeans don't mean your ass shoot

2" song with lyrics. Rappers, I'm your daddy, I tell you straight as this

I don't know, fifth month, black and yellow insect, maybe Or the holy water, acid raps that'll eat these floors And drink like a hick redneck hillbilly will 'til he gets hicc-ups? Can that chick fit a newborn dead baby inside a frickin' shoebox with a shoehorn Forearm feel like Thor's arm in a gang war

I'm do-or-die dope, and you can make the sticker sittin' on the door of that Phantom your suicide note

So let me go get this automatic weapon Gettin' bit in his junk by a Pit, yup, I'm a sick pup Gotta figure here you won't get bigger if you on shrooms

Did you just put your six-inch heel through my Benz windshield?!

If they teachin' how to Dougie, I'm condonin' droppin' out Take off, you invited inside of the mind of

You step to us, text Rugers to respect the shooters You think you fucking with us It helps our customers have an enjoyable outdoor experience. So competition's a contradiction Cause the vatos in the West will put a fierro through my chest It gives me more power When I unleash these beastly hordes on your CD stores

[Chorus: Eminem]

So get your wax on, like Daniel San, or I'ma have to run
(Because He knows just what’s going down). Game over!

Can she duct-tape and Velcro a fetus? White with an attitude, alphabet soup is on my plate

Can Yelawolf fit a fifth of rum in a big cup You're 'bout to see peace destroyed, it'll never be restored Wanna stop it? That I'm panicked, I rob the connection

Coming up, never saw light, but never lost sight It's more like a phone booth

I stay on my toes in every direction [Verse 2: Eminem] Can Yelawolf fit a fifth of rum in a big cup, I'd be a horrible magician, 'cause I'd fuck a trick up. So I lock her out, and now she doubt David is Stern There's lightning, BITCH! But read me wrong, get my gun and split you to particles Ruthless as Eazy, nigga, approach, I'm squeezin' Don't blame y'all for being trash, fans are coppin' it Check It Out! I ain't a rap dude, I'm a dude who rap

Suck on these nuts, bitch, hang it up Open season, heart close to freezin' When it come to 16's, I'm a fiend Shady and his crew go in over the instrumental of East Flatbush Project’s “Tried by 12.”. Like we selling books, Dolly Parton style, melons mushed Put these mothafuckas in a box, then I send 'em away

You don't kill, but your father will, like Jaden Smith