Shady XV Cypher Eminem Verse

 

I just turned Slaughterhouse to a quintet

Began to trend-set, murdered the friend's pet

Made shit as ill as it can get went in depth

Like a fucking vignette and two bars skins wet

I'm already covered in sweat

I wasn't even ready to come in yet

AHH, let me set this drink down

Beat up a gal, start beef with a pal

Probably be wild 'til I'm wrinkled and senile

And "Rap God" was a freestyle

Off the top of the dome piece while I was sleep on the couch

And I'm free styling now

I need a towel, sweat leaks from my brow

It's burning my eyes, my cerebral is foul

Cause shit I'm thinking about should be illegal

I need my head banned like the guy who left Cleveland Ohio

And went to South Beach with his talents

Scream "fuck you" on the way out and wink with a smile

This whole game can eat a dick, I'm going back deep underground

But right now I'm back on that bullshit and you I'm singling out

Cause you're so fucking outdated you should mingle a while

What the fuck is this clusterfuck of busters

Bunch of Buster Douglas', motherfuckers is one hit wonders

One swing and you're crowned

Knocked one out the park, one catchy jingling now

You think you fucking with me cause you sold like 300 thou

Bitch, I can jump without my feet ever leaving the ground

Reach up, swing from a cloud with 3 thousand people around

Evil and vile enough to leap in the crowd

And heave a child in a sink hole on Cinco De Mayo

When I'm sprinkled in pico de gallo

Mardi Gras beads in a towel

I just made that up

I don't know much Spanish, I'm not bilingual

But I'll show you a Mexican stand off

Between just these two amigos

Cause neither really wants to say what we're thinking outloud

But I sure as fuck think I know how rebody English, no doubt]

Cause we're trying to kill each other, but lyrically

The fuck is humility? What is a real emcee?

Royce, he came up in the shit with me

Never spit that hustling shit, it wasn't a fit for me

Let them adjust 'til they just get the gist of me

Just not giving a fuck and plus with the history

And muscular distrophy, it wasn't a mystery

Why this middle finger was stuck in this upper-positioning

So what in the fuck is a list to me?

I'm used to not being on it, I expect it out 'em

Heck, man, I get my respect without 'em

And really been into diamonds since I put my first record out

But I could put a chain around my second album

And wear it as a neck medallion

Became a millionaire, went downhill from there

Became civil, office swivel chair, sterling silverware

Screaming life is still unfair til I get a real career

The fuck am I gonna do until then? This job is too fulfilling

Two gazillion pairs of super villain shoes to fill in

And a mood to kill till I apply my Coupe de Ville

To some children at the food pavilion and Build-A-Bear

Warrior's mind, I'm pro [?] on euphoria

In the drum imperium line, I'm soaring

I'm pouring Vicodin four at the time ignoring the warning signs

Full on untill I go four wheeler driving

Gory and violent and horrifying

You surely won't find a more important

With this glorious rhyme with

But I finger her like a witness, show me a line-up

I usually am abusive, but excuse me, m'am

I guess I must've threw you for a loop like toucan Sam

When I said I could use the sample cause you'se a tramp

But look how you react to this trigger like

When I call you a bigger dyke than the Hoover Dam

You playing right in Lex Luthor's hands

It's such a ruthless plan, might even lose a fan

But fuck it, Superman wouldn't change in a phone booth for Stan

I'm a brand new being like Grand Puba's band

Happy as Anderson Cooper having a tuba crammed

In his pooper with lubricant...wait, that's too, I can't...

Since honesty is the best policy I'll give you the old college try

Try to acknowledge my mistakes, probably won't qualify

As a gentleman and a scholar, but it's time that I swallow pride

To say that I'm sorry, sorry that I can't apologize

I think of all the times I compromised my bottom lines

And thought of rhymes that sodomized your daughters minds

Then I'm like dollar signs

But I may fight for gay rights especially if they dyke

It's more of a knockout than Janay Rice

Play nice, bitch, I punch Lana Del Rey right

In the face twice like Ray Rice in broad daylight

And in plain sight of the elevator surveillance

Til her head is banged on the railing

Then celebrate with the Ravens

Never dated an assailant that self-medicates with inhalants

I meditate, but I may need a better way to escape

The aggression, rage and the anger

Cause them restraints on the ankles

Heavyweights [?] with handcuffs in in chains

This ain't enough to contain it

But I still get the same respect as Jay if I came on

Stage in a fucking [?] everyday and it's clayborn

Devastated from breakup with Kate Hudson

Wait, slut your friends, what are they gonna say

Cause makeup ain't gonna cover

That eye that's seven/eights of the way shut

Peppersprayed with your face cut

Made my bank like a lay up

Of these effing skanks on the way up

Oh, bitch thinks she's heaven sent

It's evident that she ain't never been with seven inches

Yes, I said seven, I measured it

Seven inches from the floor

While I'm standing on the fourth floor balcony

Get to sharing when I'm stretching it

Bitch, I'm a pimp so a limp dick is all you'll ever get

So if she's hesitant to get the hint

I'll bet you that I get the message sent who she's messing with

Eloquent when I tell a chick not to never use sex as a weapon

When I step in and beat the wretched wench with a crescent wrench

Existential detriments to a lesbian devil

In the a presence stench of an estrogen level

That separatists like a Chechnian rebel

Impressionist with a pencil

A pessimist, with his lips pressed against

The edge of this Red Bull

Pedal to the metal I'm rippin' this shit cause right away I'll give it to a bitch like a pedestrian, deadly as ever

You see what kind of effects she has on the opposite sex when I push her flexible little sexy ass through a plate of plexiglass

SHADYXV ass, perplexing as

The last fifteen years when I predicted my next relapse

When I spit these lyrics so don't look at me weird

When I start shifting gears and shit besmears all over Britney Spears

And these little Disney queers

Who use chicks for beards?

Just made that up too...

 

 

Oh in the Shady 2.0

We wrote in roman numerals like they do for the Super Bowls

Cause it's supposed to confuse you hoes

The flows lose you as usual, so juvenile

2 year old when I go to the studio

It's only music but don't be foolish though

You don't know me through it ho but you can blow me to it though

In my homie's Buick

Been known to lose it though so if I overdo it you drove me to it

When I step in the vocal booth like I'm supposed to do

And I murder you on a fuckin' track like Tony Stewart

In one take, if I fuck up I don't redo it

You couldn't sound grown on a beat if you were moaning to it

The day I don't say fuck you all, you can throw me through it

Rootin' this, tootin' this, shootin' this from the hip

With the women, I'm an enemy to them

And the epitome of an inconsiderate idiot

But they consider me equivalent to chlamydia

They tryna get rid of me [gadzooks

But I stiggity stand for the figgity flag

Of the United States and the freedom, I distribute these raps through

And if I catch you doing anything

Hindering or prohibiting that after I give me that

Tattoo of your lips on my ass I'mma be literally

Pickin' up and deliberately whippin' the Statue of Liberty at you WOOOOH!