[Intro: Eminem, Yelawolf, Joe Budden]
Welcome to Detroit
This is the BET
Shady 2.0
Cypher 2011
Myself, Slaughterhouse
And Yelawolf
White Dawg (Thank you, cracker king,) get 'em!
(Let's get 'em)
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
Yeah
Put these mothafuckas in a box, then I
Send 'em away, put 'em in a gray 'llac and pop the trunk
Ayy, 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 a 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 Zs, 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, "Fuck 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 bitch, drinkin' Sprite by the two-liter
Holler! Shady Records…
Welcome to Detroit
This is the BET
Shady 2.0
Cypher 2011
Myself, Slaughterhouse
And Yelawolf
White Dawg (Thank you, cracker king,) get 'em!
(Let's get 'em)
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
Yeah
Put these mothafuckas in a box, then I
Send 'em away, put 'em in a gray 'llac and pop the trunk
Ayy, 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 a 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 Zs, 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, "Fuck 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 bitch, drinkin' Sprite by the two-liter
Holler! Shady Records…
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