BET, Slaughterhouse - 2013 BET Hip Hop Awards - Slaughterhouse Cypher lyrics

I been here before and I
Don't mean the last cypher
I'm a pen and pad sniper
When y'all make it rain
It make your lil' stash lighter
When I make it rain
You driving on tough terrain in
A lemon with bad wipers
I hear all the noise like mad bikers
Hip-hop making a big stink like
If Shaq had diapers
Bunch of half ass liars, with
Mad hyper reactions to the, backpack writers
But the pack's back, tigers
Be a hyena that laughs at lions
Let you body something then I snatch that
Try 'em and a left hook will send
Your lil' snapback flyin'
Put you birds in the dirt
Like I sacked Matt Ryan
I never tried to be cool, it's just finesse
But as a man there's a few
Of your moves I must address
Not tryna' judge but, ooh I must confess
Never thought I'd see Hip-Hop
Dudes under a dress
But back to me, I'm smooth, one of the best
Better than you
Two letters from "U" up on the chest
But no red cape, just redbones in red bottoms
High ready to shred weights in
A Redman’s red tape
They see how the God rolling
Gold seven and the car dash
Crack like Lamar Odom
You hear the bars that my squad holdin'
And BET thank us again
For another hard moment, yAOWA

Now my father might try to call
Me after seein' the show
I only answer my smartphone
For people I know, dummy
Probably a janitor, father like son
The cypher is full of crumbs
I'm just sweepin' the floor
Hol' up, Pac, Big, and them, Nas, Eminem
I'm your synonym war sentiment
Tore ignorant rappers with poor penmanship
Unloading my clip in full increments
Leaving you on your condominium floor
Twisted with torn ligaments born eminent
The boy killer for more Benjamins
More dividends
Warn women and warn children and
Tell 'em this Californian born citizen is
Getting rid of them illegitimate rappers
Cause they more feminine than
Women that bore children
And they more feminine than George Zimmerman
Shout out BET for all the airplay
My old job is bricks under the stairway
See I ain't one of them
Rappers rapping about they trapping
They really ain't trapping
I'm put work in the streets
I'm murking the beats err'day
My conversation is on but I wanna walk in
Every BET cypher and murder
Every rapper spitting
Call it Hip-Hop population control
Hashtag FOH, they wanna crucify Crooked I
Why, cause I'm bossy
But I'm so street look both
Ways before you cross me
Kill 'em all is what I came to do
Black entertainment smacking you
White entertainers too
Housegang, anybody can get it
I got bands for anybody who with it
I'm the best note theoretical quotient
In alphabetical order
I slaughter every rapper
And since I'm strictly West Coast I
Dump his head in the ocean
Pacific Ocean, the specific ocean
I'm sipping potion listening to you rap
You ain't saying nothin'
You talking bread stuntin'
You talking red buttons
I'm pushing a red button and all
My weapons going Karrine Steffans
That mean they head hunting
Homie you garbage
You probably learned to rap at ICDC college

Slaughterhouse, state of emergency
Bars for days Mardi Gras, Bourbon Street
Silencin' this 9 so no noise flash out
Shout out to Big Sean and Doughboyz Cashout
Shoutout to Yeezus
99 I been rapin' his pocket
From doing me I stayed in the pocket
Now all I'm trying to do is
Give Halle Berry a baby today
Then I'm outtie tomorrow
After that maybe Drake can adopt it
You missed me with your
"Who the hottest" list
Only demand that I got is
I ain't sharin' no spots
I light your baby mama house on
Fire while she in it
And turn around and tell her
Now it's apparent she hot
The McLaren is dropped
I was riding shotgun with Em before
Anyone compared him to Pac
They don't call us the return
Of the house for nuttin'
We taking real estate back
Seal a fate faster than a
Gas masked asthmatic with his
Face wrapped in a plastic pillow
Case in a safe, trapped
Killer stay strapped, in your place
Leave a rapper with the Leno face, flat
I went away and came back
Like smack on the interstate
My mental state is winner take all
You 'bout to fall tryna see the winter break
Wish I could take all of that
Gucci out of my closet
And that vest that Joey wore on
Show on that dinner date
Shoot it 'til it disintergrates
You think I fell off
Then you either out of your mind
Or inside of your mind
Lookin' out of your blinds
Countin' my truths
While I'm out at your Momma house
Sippin' the fountain of youth, i'm nice

I ain't with the chit-chat
Punch me, I'll show up where you live at
Pitch black
Both of y'all can relax when it kick back
Tryna run like that'll give you
The right of way
I'm quick on my feet I can moonwalk sideways
God like flow, Jesus rapping Housegang
G's is rapping he's just yapping
All that beef and scrapping
Like Miley Cyrus twerkin'
Something supposed to be shaking
I just never see it happen
Gotta ugly chick that'll try to get cute
Not a dime but she's shooting
And her Vines never loop
But she'd suck the whole group if
She'd ride for the night
And turn Slaughterhouse into City
High for a night forget where the Ruger put
Your crew is shook ahead of my time
Get you hit now from a Future hook
If lyrics matter we will spare the matter
But none of that is important cause
What you wear is a factor
And it's getting me upset
Riddle me for a sec
Literally unimpressed with who y'all pick
To be the best so if I'm chosin' where to
Aim it'll be his head
Just to kill whoever's nice
Now chivalry is dead
It's either you or me, since you love Hip-Hop
I'll have Wale say spoken word at your eulogy
Joey, Team Shady, Slaughter dudes
When you talk about the
Best rappers it's rhetorical