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Comment by John on October 28, 2011 at 7:44am

eminem,budden,yela,royce,crooked i,ortiz

Comment by John on October 28, 2011 at 7:39am

I dont get Yelawolfs music yet but he killed it in this cypher. going at the new kids....Shady 2.0 THE TAKEOVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Comment by LaMarr Green on October 26, 2011 at 11:04pm

OMG OMG OMG! All those catz bodied that CYPHER!....WORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRD! BIG SHOUT OUT to the whole SLAUGHTERHOUSE and SHADY Aftermath!

Comment by Chris Sosa on October 18, 2011 at 3:44pm

missing Banks...

Comment by ReRun(The Voice) on October 17, 2011 at 5:57pm

yeah this is hiphop em made best choice adding these guys and plus dont forget d12 still hott even thou proof gone they got new music out thats hott cant wait for both groups albums to drop d12 wont be till next yr sep

Comment by kimo on October 17, 2011 at 4:30pm

COME ON WHO F***IN CAMP MESSIN WITH THIS??????? THIS IS RAP, THIS IS REAL HIP-HOP SON...........SHADY WILL EAT ANY RAPPER THEN SHIZIT AND SPIT EM OUT!!! HE DA JORDAN OF THIS RAP SH*T

Comment by SK on October 17, 2011 at 12:48pm

[Eminem]
Lyrical, miracle, spiritual, individual criminal
Subliminal, in your swimming pool

You ’bout to see peace destroyed
It’ll never be restored
When I unleash these beastly hoards on your CD stores
Wanna stop it, you gon need a priest and at least three swords
A license to ill from the Beastie Boys, 3 ouija boards
And a squeegee and please be warned don’t ask for the squeegees for
Or the holy water, acid rapper that’ll eat these floors
Eat a hole in the rhyme book, you see these horns?
And as for me, you ask where I’m going, will he be mourned?
Is puke luke warm? Should Casey Anthony do porn?
Can that chick fit a newborn dead baby inside her freakin shoebox
with a shoehorn, smother 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 toe adidas
So I can put these babies in the fetal position, they’re getting elbows to
the penis
Yeah, big deal. I took some little kids big wheel
And spit in his fricken big kids meal
Quit tryna bite me and pinch, you win sit still
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 a stick shift in his fricken pick up
And drink like a hick, redneck, hillbilly will till he gets hiccups?
Flippin the script up like Mike Vick
Get bit in his junk by a pit, yup I’m a sick pup
I’d be a horrible magician
Cause I’d f*ck that trick up
Fix ya lips up to say something fly, or zip up
A-B? Let’s C. You said you were gonna do X-Y-Z
Till you f*ck 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 phonebooth
Superman in this b****, kryptonite won’t do
It gives me more power, I bump the fat boys and
Eat rat poison, and take meteor showers
Fresh outta the mental hospital and me not flossing a middle finger
While I hop in a mosh pit, will be like Nas doing gospel or R&B, you crazy?
Me pushing up daisies, that thought is impossible
Is it flashing across the news, Posdnuos was caught with a prostitute
With a huge Johnson, b****, and a monstrous tube of lube
And a bra, some boots, some panties, and an aqua blue Mazda
Swallowing a popsicle, playing tonsil pool
So kill the rumors it ain’t happenin
I’m a rap till I’m fossil fuel

Comment by SK on October 17, 2011 at 12:48pm

[Royce Da 5'9']
I’m do or die dope
And you can make the sticker sittin on the door
Of that phantom your suicide note
Hi Rihanna..
Is Nicki living 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 nothing bout Budden, I beat my girl too
You ask me why do I keep her? I say it’s cheaper too
That’s why I ride around in a rose like Wiz Khalifa do
Rappers, I’m your daddy, I tell you straight as this
You don’t kill but your father will like jaden smith
I tell ya like I tell my Spanish chick
You fly but I ain’t going down on no landing strip
So get your wax on like Daniel-son
I’m a have to run like De La Hoya in drag when cameras come
Point out the greatest rapper alive I red dot ‘em
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 sexing with Jessica Alba, via skype
I’m on my d-boy, d-bo thing
Spiritual steelo swing like cee-lo green
Get out the camera with yo B Roll bling
You know your flow is whack
We cornered the market like a walmart in a culdesac
Yeah, this what 2 million singles sold and a album that’s gold
Look like, without having to sell your soul
Nickle

Comment by SK on October 17, 2011 at 12:47pm

[Joeel Ortiz]
Yaooowa
I aint a rap dude, I’m a dude who rap
Before this I was moving crack
Killers y’all would come when y’all rhyme I salute and dap
And if I blink then remove ya snaps, you aint cool you wack
With ya foolish yac’s? skinny jeans dont mean yo a** shoot
It means ya booty claps
Don’t play like Tyler Perry, this the Slaughterhouse of Pain
Flow brown, tight and heavy
When it comes to sixteen’s I’m a fiend feinding a studio
Near a needle with a mean lean, probably writing bars to Nas ‘Thiefs Theme’
Getting my Yaowa on, may all the Olajuwon’s be the dream team
This is an all day slaughter they feindin for us to break like Beyonce’s water
The four quarters doing all the eating and you gotta know why I made the cut, I’m Puerto Rican
Ortiz keep the fire ready
and tryna put me out’s like tryna steal a transvestite from Eddie

Comment by SK on October 17, 2011 at 12:46pm

[Crooked I]
I spot a victim, the plot’ll thicken when the clock is tickin’
I caught em slippin, I gotta give em a shot, I hit ‘em with proper spittin
Hottest writtens and compositions, so competitions a contradiction
Somebody mentioned they got it crooked, highly fiction, we probably
different, got Gotti henchmen, opposition our body quick as Bugatti engines
I’m on a mission to get rich, the sickest lyric kickin’ diggin a dish for different spittas
We lyricists get disfigured, sip liquor
Spit like a sick mixture
A Notorious Pun and L get the big picture
The poster I’ll roast ya, my mind so deadly its just like the beanie is close to a holster
It’s over control my whole coastal region like I’m supposed ta
Flow is going postal even, open season
Heart close to freezing, ruthless is easy
Approach I’m squeezing, believe me
Dopest west-coaster breathing
So most ya’ll hope I’m vegan, no pun, beefing
Rappers need to keep it trill
Give me a beat to kill too many people still eating sleeping pills
People sleeping on my ether skills
And ya’ll aint even real
You ’bout to die in this cypher before you die you should do the Jada and leave a Will
Foreal

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